I am losing myself. There are no reflective surfaces to view my appearance. I would not recognize my own face. I have forgotten so much. I do not know who I was before I arrived here. I do not know who I am now. I wish I had some way to differentiate myself from the rest. I wish ... (Writing trails off, nothing further is written)
Thank you for the lip crayon. I do not know who you are or how you did it, but the rats brought it to me and I feel like a person again. I just had to write this letter to thank you. I apologize for wasting the lip pencil with these nonsense scribblings, but I ran out of the charcoal that I used to write the previous note and have no other writing utensil. I do not know how you received that scrap of wallpaper, I had written it just to get the thoughts out of my head and left it in the corner. When I returned from my bloodletting it was gone, and I assumed the chasers had found it and I would be on trouble for sure. But no punishment came. Instead I received your wonderful gift. I am so grateful. I hope I am not writing this in vain, and this reaches you somehow.
Oh, my dear, I do not know how you are doing this, but these gifts are far more than I could ever thank you for, far more than I deserve. I do not know how to properly express my gratitude. I wish I knew who you were, you lovely creature.
I hope they do not notice the empty bit of wall where the wallpaper is flaking, but it seems I am not the only girl who has had the idea to write my story on these striped walls. Bits are missing everywhere, now that I look, and I can see in some places the writing was on the wall itself, and perfect squares were removed, probably cut out by the chasers. As if it were not enough to destroy these girls, they must also destroy their stories. Disgusting.
The girls have noticed my lips, I see the wonder in their eyes. But they do not speak to me, and I would not tell them if they did. What would I say? A secret person is sneaking it in through the rats, for reasons unbeknownst to me aside from pure kindness. No, I will keep quiet. Not that I can speak anyway. I have tried, my throat is too damaged from the medicine.