Part Four already? This story is gripping…
GOODBYE: PART FOUR
Wednesday 26th September
All my days are the same now – I don’t get a chance to write that much. I wish I did because it is the only way that I can properly stay at piece with myself. If I were able to, I’d write home too but I don’t have enough time or money to do so.
My wages are poor and are paid directly to my parents who need it more than me. Only a small fraction is given to me and even then it is not enough to buy postage stamps, notepaper or a pencil. It is paid weekly to my parents and monthly to me.
The only reason I’m able to write today is because I have a disease which I can’t even pronounce let alone spell. I dare not ask the adults as I’d either be called nosey or be told that I’m well enough to work. I personally think that my illness is due to overwork or lack of sleep but I don’t want to say my own thoughts.
I feel like I’m losing my personality, losing the right to be me. Nobody can change that now. I have no contact with anybody in the outside world. I have had contact with my parents once since I’ve been here.
‘Tis L again: This kid is messed up…