Anne was writing in her notebooks again. Her aquatic blue eyes acted as a reading light as she carefully made sure not to waste the graphite in her pencils. She shed a single tear as she finished off the last sentence.
"Dear diary...I can't take it anymore. I hate everyone here. I hate having to fight these abominations. I hate it all, and I just can't go on much longer. I know I promised myself I would never connect with anyone, but if anyone finds this after I do what I plan to this week, I want them to know that it was nothing personal against any of the people here. I want to be free. I want release from my painful existence, and I want freedom from this awful place. I have already been practicing by cutting myself and dulling myself to the pain. Once I get used to it, I'm going to stab myself in the eye. It will be the quickest way to go. I want it to be swift, and what is more swift that going directly to the brain? I hope that they aren't too distraught about what I'm going to do, but I doubt they'll miss me long. Nobody will miss me at all, I bet...goodbye Diary. Goodbye...forever...you've kept me sane until this point."
She heard the intercom shortly after finishing that last word. She quickly made her way to the conference room, black greasy hair covering her face so no one could see the tears in her eyes. Why was she even crying in the first place? No one would miss her, and she wouldn't miss anyone...would she?
Her aqua eyes quickly ceased their glow as she sat down, and clasped her hands together in front of her. "Everybody shut up. What are we doing, why are we doing it, and when will it happen?"