I'm not sure how this is gonna go...I kinda just started to write at random and came up with this. tell me what you think, ok?

You're given a name, but first a number. You don't remember who you are or how you got here. They give you a pill every night, they tell you to repeat one line "I am no one". How they have the right to make us so insignificant is beyond me but what I'll remember most of this is the one girl who recognized me seemingly, the one who called the name I was given and looked so hopeful but her face turned sad when she realized I didn't know, I didn't recognize but at the same time that face made me so sad I wanted to reach out and comfort her for whatever or whoever hurt her, that face which is so familiar.

No one will tell me who she is, no one will explain anything but in a whisper I hear a word that gives me hope that there is an explanation. "I wish a friend would have found me." A friend? She was a friend? She had to be! Because in seeing her I felt somewhat happier, somewhat braver. Like she really meant something to me before. Who was this girl? And why does she give me hope when I barely know her?

They gave me a number, 23 and then later told me my name was Ichigo. What a strange name, I had thought at the time. They told me it wasn't my real my name, they couldn't tell me that, what I later found out though was that it was in fact my real name. They were just in unoriginal to come up with anything else. How they knew me, or found me is a complete mystery, but they did know me. Something in their faces when they looked at me told me so. It was as if it pained them to see me like this.

People told me this place was our new home, some called it prison. I even heard someone call it Hell. Whatever it is, I don't like it. There is no freedom. We can't walk around freely and there's always guards around. They tell you won't get out of here. They tell you you'll die there. To die in such a place…why?