Dec 11, 2011 21:26
[The words are hand written in a small, childish script. They are small, but evenly spaced.]
There has to be some mistake. This isn't where I am supposed to be. I was meant to end up some place different then here. I was meant to end up no where. I don't understand how I've come to find myself in his house. I know that he can't be here, none of his clothes are here.
It smells like him.
This is cruel.
You should send me home to Papa if I am to be punished.