It’s been 100 days since I was stuck inside this room. I’ve done everything I could to escape. My fingers touched the window- cold was the only thing in my head as my fingers went back.

The prison door began to open, “Darling, you know this is best for you, I can’t believe it’s been 100 days,” she looked over all the walls that I have been using to tally how long I’ve been locked in here, “I brought you breakfast, horrible as always, good luck.” She left grinning, shutting the door of steel with her. She brought me oatmeal, which I’ve had every day. The worst.

Once I finished eating I began to read How to Find Yourself by Jennifer Abbot. It was about how to find you, spend time alone, try new things and other things like that; most of which I can’t even do here. Everyday’s the same; eat, take medications, read, walk in some circles, crochet a blanket and a hat to be donated, and do it all over again. Also, the occasional talk about how it’s almost over.

You probably wonder why I am stuck in a barren room with four walls. It’s because of a belief that I’m dangerous, because I am an immortal witch; and they’re right. Being alone is scary at first, and I don’t think I’m getting used to it; but they’ll find out soon what I can do.