[The writing is a mad, rapid scribble] What do I do? What am I supposed to do? No one will tell me! I'm in this room full of mad colours and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO! How do I know? Everyone else knows. How do you know? Why won't you tell me? Castiel is busy and no one will tell me. Was I bad? Did I really do what they said I did? Are the angels close? Did they come to kill me? Am I meant to hide? Anthony said it was safe here. I don't feel safe. The walls are closing in. I'm too tired to stop them. Don't care. It's all yellow and blue and orange and I don't care.
LET ME GO, please, I just want to lay on the grass.