Not as horrifying as the last time BOB held me down in my bed and I realized he was inside my father. Or when he decided to take me as his next host. He wanted to use me, to do to a little girl named Danielle what he had done to me. Death was better than that. I forced him to kill me.

That's another reason I can't hate it here. Nothing here is as terrible for me as almost everything was back home.