It was a beautiful bright day, the sky was blue and clear. It was also very hot. Hours ago my father was saving me and the little sisters that Sofia Lamb, my "mother" had kidnapped. My father had been through Hell because of that woman, ten years ago she forced him to commit suicide in front of me, I was 8 at the time. Sofia Lamb never even gave it a thought about how that experience would traumatize me and scar me for life.

Now, ten years later, I had my father revived in a Vita Chamber, only to have him die because of Sofia Lamb again. All of my life after his first death, Sofia would go on about how my father wasn't my father. But Sofia would never tell me who my real father was, only going on saying that "Subject Delta is not your father." I knew it was a lie. Father was my father, he loved me and protected me, if that's not a father then I don't know what is.

After my father was revived in a Vita Chamber, he went searching for me. Unlike all the other Big Daddies, he regained his full conscience and was able to think for himself. He was human again. Father went through Hell to find me. Sofia Lamb threw everything she could at him: Splicer's, Big Daddies, Big Sisters, Trying to kill me so that she could kill him, and finally blowing up half of Rapture.

When Sofia blew up most of Rapture, she mortally wounded my father. Funny, as we were all going to the surface, I actually saved Sofia Lamb, if I would have known that my father was going to die, I don't think I would have been as forgiving. As my father was dieing, all the little sisters he had saved surrounded father and myself. I absorbed his ADAM so I can have his conscience in me. I wanted my father to be apart of me forever.

It has been three hours now since my father has passed, and I don't know what to do. The little sisters are getting restless, I actually had to keep some of them from swimming in the water, mainly because most of them don't know how to swim, a sad irony now that I think about it. Another problem I am having is this Big Sister suit, it is getting so hot and I can't take it off. I feel like I am in an oven, my hair and face is soaking wet from all of the sweat. I would go into the water but the little sister will think I am playing and they would follow and I can't risk them drowning.

About an hour passes and I hear one of the little sisters scream out "Boat, boat, it's a boat!" I turn to look at the boat the little sister is talking about. As I turn around, my jaw slowly unhinges and my eyes open. This wasn't just a boat, it was a carrier, a Naval carrier. It was a few miles out, but we all could see it clearly. I had never seen a carrier before, only in pictures have I ever even seen ships and boats, but never anything like this. It was huge, the top of the ship was flat and had helicopters and small planes lying on top of it, two more things I had never seen in person.

I quickly grabbed a flair gun from the escape pod and fired towards the ship hoping that they will see us. Hours passed, thankfully the ship did see us and we were all rescued. The crew didn't know what to make of me and the little sisters, the captain of the carrier questioned me about where we came from. I told him everything, and he didn't believe me. The captain said that when we got to land that I was going to go in for a physic evaluation. He thinks I am crazy, hell I probably am, but after living my whole life with an evil "mother" and numerous splicers trying to steal ADAM from little girls who are taking ADAM from dead bodies who are being protected by men in scuba suits who they call Big Daddies, I think I might have a right to be a little crazy.

A helicopter took the little sisters to a military hospital to get checked out and brought back home to their families. I was also taken to a hospital… a mental hospital. The doctors thought I was crazy. I argued that I couldn't be crazy that the evidence was clearly there, and I pointed out the escape pod and asked how they could explain that. The doctor then said that the little sisters and myself were actually found on a lifeboat and that the escape pod was just a figment of my imagination. Then I pointed out my Big Sister suit, which the doctor called a Halloween costume. The doctor told me that I was imagining everything, that Rapture wasn't real, that my mother and father weren't real, and that he thinks that I was the one who kidnapped the little sisters. Apparently Sofia had sent Big Sisters to kidnap little girls so that they could be turned into little sisters. Of course with my Big Sister suit, I fit the description.

As days turned into weeks, I began to grow more comfortable with my living situation. I thought about using the powers I had gained from all of the ADAM usage over the years, but I really needed time to get to know myself. As bad as it sounds, I was actually more comfortable at the hospital than I was at Rapture. I at least had therapist who seemed like they cared for me. I would tell them all my story, of course they wouldn't believe it, they think that everything is a metaphor for something else in my life. For example, Rapture was my own personal Hell, that it was a dream, an image of my life crashing down.

I tried to find out about what happened to my father's body, but the doctor's kept telling me that their was no body, that only me and the little sisters were found. I hate these lies, I think I might have to give in and tell the doctors what they want to hear just so I might have a peaceful way of getting out of this place.

About six months pass and I am still in the hospital. The doctors keep telling me how much I have improved mentally, and that my "illness" is close to going away. It's sad that I am becoming such a good liar, but in the time that I have been here I have come to realize that no one will believe me. I have all the evidence in the world to show that Rapture exist and that I am not crazy, but I know that there was a cover up. The government is studying my father's body, I know it.

I was having a session with my therapist, she was an older woman with graying brown hair and a thick pair of glasses that covered half of her face. She was about my build, short and skinny. She asked me a pretty simple question, "What would you like to do after you leave here?"

I thought about it for a few moments before responding. "I would like to see the world."

"The world? Anything specific?" she asked.

"New York city, sounds wonderful, or maybe the Grand Canyon, or maybe just a simple stroll on the beach."

"That sounds good."

My therapist got up from her chair to open the blinds in the window. Outside I could see a black car pull up to the hospital, two men got out of the car, both were wearing black suits, with black sunglasses. The men walked into the room where my therapist and I were in.

"Excuse me, I am in the middle of-"

"Agent white CIA, we need to bring this patient with us." The man in black said.

"Where? She's not even cured yet."

"We have a court order allowing us to take Eleanor Lamb into government custody, and any attempt to stop us will be met with legal action."

Shortly, I was being escorted to the black car. I was still in my hospital cloths and was wearing only socks on my feet. I get into the car with the two men, in the car was a third man, he was older than the other two, probably in his late fifties. He had grey hair and a large scar that was across his face. The man looked at me and then smiled, he then began to speak, "My name is General Ed Thompson, and I am now taking over your case Ms. Lamb."

Mr. Thompson, what is it you want from me?"

Thompson leaned forward towards me and smiled, "I want to know everything, I want to hear it from the horses mouth."

I should have known that this would happen, eventually I knew I was going to have to face it again. "You want to know about Rapture." I said in a cold voice.