It has been forever since I have heard from you. I miss my family. I have not seen you and Mama for ages, and I don’t think I will ever see you again. I hope that you are feeling better then I am. It is complete torture here. Kind, smiling Uncle Mengele was nothing more than a fake. Rachel and I are given daily injections, of what, I don’t know. It can’t be good though. I feel myself beginning to weaken. My strength is almost completely gone. I have nothing left to live for. I barely see Rachel, and almost never speak with her. “Uncle Mengele” calls my number (156989) twice, sometimes three times a day. I am practically like his personal guinea pig. Everyday somebody draws my blood, mostly from my arms, but sometimes from my neck. It is quite painful. Last week my stomach and internal organs were meticulously dissected and rearranged. I have not stopped vomiting since. Today chemicals were dropped into my eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to change the color to blue. Even though I like my eye color just fine, I hope it changes so the torture will stop. I don’t think I can take it much longer. I wish the pain would stop. I have gone almost completely blind in my right eye and now vision in my left is beginning to become blurry. I really don’t understand “Uncle Mengele’s” obsession with twins. It seems that everyone in this laboratory has (or had) a twin.
I have been waiting patiently for some kind of sign, but the future looks bleak and dreary. Please come and save me. I love you.