My name is Jongin, Kim Jongin. I am 19 years old. I was taken away from my family, friends.My life was away. I am stuck in the giant room. No one to talk to, no company, no connections to the outside world. My life is withering away in this box. I don't know what else to call it. They took my sanity, this is Hell. Two years of nutella and bread everyday. I wonder if anyone has forgotten me. Has she forgotten?

It's been two years since they took Jongin. He tried to commit suicide for the third time. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong, why he was doing this. I begged him to stop, he wouldn't listen. Look at him now, behind locked doors. Look at me, I'm going crazy without him. I wonder if he's forgotten. It's all my fault. I'm sorry Jongin. I'll never forget, ever.