For the next five years I lived in that room. It would’ve seemed like they forgot about me, if it wasn’t for one thing. A young boy. He had short black hair and light green eyes. He brought me a tray with food and took it away, as well as the bucket. We never talked; a brief nod and he would leave. He wouldn’t even look at me. I guessed him to be near my age. If anything a bit older. I say a young boy because I remember him as that. A small lost little boy.  
                   Then one day, when he brought me my food, cold gruel, he caught my eye. It was only for an instant, but it was all I needed to see. I saw the hollowness, the void. I saw what Dr. Evans saw whenever he used to look at me. I gasped, taken aback. I thought I was the only one, yet here was another. I knew he was surprised too. After we caught each other’s eyes we immediately looked away. But we were both so curious. I remember us just standing and staring for so long, in total silence.
His visits became more frequent, between lunch and tea he would come and sit on the floor and just look at me. I didn’t mind this. For all the years of wanting to be alone, I really didn’t mind his visits. I found him just as interesting. We never spoke a word, feeling more comfortable in the silence. It happened suddenly, he stood up and walked over to me, hand outstretched.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I held my hand out too. His fingertips barely touched mine, but it was enough. I shivered. The first contact I had had with another being in five and a half years. His face remained blank. He left his hand there for a minute before letting it drop and leaving.
‘Wait.’ I called after him. ‘Are there more?’ These were my first words. I was able to speak fluently. I had been for years. I just didn’t have anything to say to anyone, until now.
He turned back and looked at me. A faint smile on his face, the smile didn’t reach his eyes. It made him look unnatural. He never smiled, just like me.
‘I’ll take you if you like.’ His voice was monotone. He was standing by the open door, waiting for me. I remember thinking:
'Through that door, are all the answers.'
So why did I hesitate? This was my chance to find out why I was here. Why I was like this. I stood up slowly; I was about to leave the room I had lived in for years. Leaving my solitude.
‘What are you scared of?’ He asked. I didn’t understand, I felt nothing. Not even fear, he knew that, He laughed in a hollow, bitter way. This made him seem even more chilling. A forced strained laugh.
‘I am not scared.’ I walked briskly to the door, holding tight to Sally.