Library

My heart is a prison, imprisoning an island named Irene. One day, I didn't want to go on like this anymore. I disappeared. This story will tell you how I disappeared. "I hate almost everything in the world." This is my story. My name is Erin. When the story happened, I was 24 years old and working in a juvenile prison, earning $57 a week. The conditions there were terrible, and my life was a frustrating setback. I was thin, stiff-limbed, average-looking, and hated myself for looking average. There are countless flaws in my appearance and personality. To be precise, I am useless. I lived in a boring town with my drunkard father all day long. There was no warmth, only domestic violence, and there was no brightness in my life. I just want to wear a "death mask" to hide myself. Until one day, a prison counselor named Rebecca arrived. Rebecca is so bright, cheerful, and exactly what I want to be. We quickly became very good friends, maybe good friends. At this time, a bizarre crime involved me, and I eventually disappeared without a trace.