Level 52

Attempt 52:

Hello there to whoever is reading this, if anyone. My name is Jitney, and I am a 15-year-old male of average height. I am writing this because I am trapped in my own room, and I don't know how to get out. And this is my latest attempt at outside communication. I guess it's best to start where it started…
It was November of 2021, almost Thanksgiving. It was just me in the house that day… alone. I don't remember much, but I remember my entire Room falling, if that makes any sense. I still have the fuckin decorations up right now as of writing. Well, I then woke up after being knocked out cold for… who knows how long. I awoke to see my house how it normally should be. Though some objects and glass shards were on the floor from what had happened. I looked around to see the outside world was still outside my windows. I realized that this wasn't the case soon after. I thought things could still be normal after all of that. I tried opening my Bedroom door, but it… just led back to my Bedroom. I froze in fear. I didn't understand what was going on, nor did I really want to know.
It all happened too fast. I jolted back to the corner of my wall and sat down with my back leaning against it. I just sat there in shock and deep thought. What will I do now? I looked around to explore the house itself. Everything there was normal for the most part. All the items in my bedroom were still there, heres a photo if you want

The small bundle of a mess that I call my room.
Well, days had passed. Then the days soon turned to months, but the sky outside the window never got dark. It was always early in the morning, like 7 AM, maybe? I can't really tell anymore. The clock still works, and it's 4:23 AM currently. I haven't gotten much sleep since I got here, but I never felt like I needed to often. The food is edible, and the water is drinkable but only from the fridge, and I need to use a filter pitcher. Soon, I thought I ran out of things to eat, but when I went down to check under my bed, there is always this pile of food on the ground that can last me a few days.
It doesn't restock at a certain time, though. It's always completely random. One time, it wouldn't restock for weeks. I have no clue how I was able to survive that long and feel normal. It wasn't until that very last week that I started to feel very hungry as if all the days previously that I haven't eaten came back to haunt me. That was until I looked to under my bed to see if it had restocked, and it did, but I noticed that most of the packages were ripped open and broken. I then saw movement, so I slowly walked towards the small food pile to see what was inside. Turns out a little mouse had gotten into the food pile and was having a good time eating everything he saw. Must've been here before the room fell.
I carefully trapped the mouse in a jar,put him into a small cage from a previous hamster pet, and I made him my little friend. I named him Louie, and I feed him daily, but honestly, it doesn't help the fact that I am… still alone from any other human being.
Even though my food restocked in my bedroom, it's always on the carpet.
Well, a lot of time has passed now. I recently made many attempts to escape, including breaking the windows. It has always shown a nice neighborhood and some people walking around outside. I would always stare at them or even scream to help, but no one did anything. Well… besides one time where there was a whole group of people just staring at me from afar through the window. I really couldn't sleep after that. I made my efforts to break the windows, but they wouldn't budge until one of them eventually broke. Although, my efforts were for nothing, as it just led back to my room… again.
Now I'm just here. There seems to be no way out, and it seems like I am stuck here for the rest of my life. You know I just… miss people. I miss my family. I miss my life. I was working in a very well-paying job as my wife took care of my kids. I just wonder why I was brought down here. Everything happens for a reason, right…?
Then what's the reason for my suffering…?
Why?
Well, these are questions I can think about later. I am putting these notes in my mail slip on my Bedroom door. Since when I put something through, it never appears on the other side. It has to lead somewhere. Sadly, the space is only small enough to fit in a letter, so that is what I am doing now. I hope someone does find this, and whoever you are…
Please help me…
Your friend. - Jitney