Lydia A Tarryn

LA Ryn. That's what they call me here. My real name is Lydia A Tarryn, but there is not a single person I can think of who actually uses that name. Except maybe my parents, but I wouldn't remember anyway. They were both killed 17 years ago on the day I was born. You shouldn't feel sorry for me. If you never have a chance to meet your parents, you don't really have anything to miss, and besides that I don't want your sympathy. That's not the purpose for this letter. I'm writing to you now because I want proof. Proof that tomorrow does exist, and proof that I'm not completely insane for believing in a place where things are different.
He calls us his family. Randy that is. I guess you could say he has been my father. He's been the only father any of us have ever known. He is the only person I like. I hardly think of any of the others as siblings, though we could be. We all look the same. Our black hair, our brown eyes. All of us share the same room for sleeping, and the same huge training room. We also have a room called the testing room, though I'm not quite sure why it's called that. That is the extent of my world. Ive always wondered if there was more. Those three rooms are the only places I've ever been, and as far as I know there is no way to get to anywhere else. There are no windows, and no doors, and the only reason I know what windows and doors are, is because of the video. The one I wasn't supposed to see. The one I watched when I snuck into Randy's forbidden office last night to find him asleep on something that looked like a giant version of the one pillow each of us is allowed to have. There was a moving picture on the wall in front of him. It was unlike anything I've ever seen. In the picture there were two little boys and one little girl running on something green. I looked almost like hair and it was moving under their feet. I don't know what it was, but I know I wanted it. They were in a light blue room, and there was a very bright light. But the moving picture wasn't all. There was noise too. The little boy smiled and said, "We miss you daddy!" And then it turned off, and there was only a blackness with white letters spelling out the word video.
Until last night I had only dreamed of the possibility of something such as the world I now believe to exist somewhere. I can't talk to the others. I don't trust them. Whoever you are, if you're out there, please try to show me some sign that you exist. Some sign that I am right and this is not just a false hope.
-Lydia