They dug me out from down below.
I don't know how I got there. I'm supposed to be at home or in school. I'm supposed to have real food in a fridge. And soap. And a real bathroom.
I don't belong here. I'm not supposed to be here. I don't deserve this.
I wish they'd never dug me up.
But if Whitmont will help me dig deep enough, maybe I can get back home.