Mumbai

They're calling my name. Or the name they gave me, since I wouldn't talk. I'm running, there is no way I'm going back to that white room. It may be padded, but it pisses me off. They throw you in there when you see things that "aren't there." Just because they don't see them. It's not like I'd hurt anyone, not even myself. Well, they won't find me again...

My name is Mumbai and I am gone forever...