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I'm Lily Blackwood, and I've been locked up in this padded cell for what feels like an eternity. The walls seem to close in on me every time I try to escape. My name is whispered around the asylum's corridors like a curse - "Lily Blackwood: the patient with no hope of recovery." They think I'm lost forever, trapped in my own mind by the demons that plague me.
I'm a twenty-year-old woman, or at least I was when they took me away. The latex suit is part of my therapy - or so they call it. It's meant to restrict my movements and help me learn control, but all it does is make me feel like a prisoner in my own skin. They say I'm insane because I see things that aren't there: the shadows that move on their own, the whispers in the darkness. But I know what I've seen - or rather, what I've felt.
I've been locked away for so long now that I've lost count of time. Days blend together into a never-ending haze of madness and despair. All I have to keep me company are my own thoughts and the sound of my own screams echoing off these cold walls. Some nights, when the moon is full outside, I can feel it - an energy building inside me, like a fire waiting to be unleashed. That's when I know I'm getting close to breaking free... or maybe just losing myself entirely.
