Yeah, have a comic. Sorry for crappy pictures in advance. I'll put whatever the panel(s) said below the picture.

5 months. I've been trapped for 5 months.

I can't eat. Can't sleep. I miss them too much...my friends. My....family.

(panel 1) Do they even miss me like I do them? Do they even notice I'm GONE

(panel 2) No...they probably don't....probably don't care.

Was I just another piece in his game?

(Panel 1) And with that...the feeling of hopelessness sinks in...the tears come out...

(Panel 2) I'm never gonna be found- I'm gonna die here. I never even had a kiss. Never got to tell him how I felt.

I used to call myself a China Doll.

A broken piece of perfection.

My jagged edges cut anyone who dared try to touch me-- to help me.

(panel 1) But a smile, a kind word could dull my edges.

(panel 2) And that's what he did...he gave me a smile. He talked to me.

I couldn't help what I felt around him. I felt helpless whenever I saw him.

But he doesn't care. If he did, he would be looking for me, and if he were looking--

I wouldn't be here.

(yup, well, that's page one. Two more pages to post-- but not right now, I need to do my homework-)