Niagara Falls With Me

Here Comes the Big guy- ch.32

I'm at the stage of complete boredom. I meant is not as bad as the old where-house just sitting in a chair moaning, but still. At least I am not starving, in pain, and bored. I'm just bored.
I look around and forget all about my radio. I turn it on, and the Christian channel just starts up: King of my so-u-oul. Oh oh ooh woah oh.
I had completely forgotten about that.
I keep on the radio and just sit there drawing in my journal. To bad my window is fake or else I'd so have it open.
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I feel like Harry Potter, trapped in his room because he was born. Except there's no Ron to save me.
I've probably been gone for at least for four months! I wonder if anyone misses me. I am thinking about Evie thinking I am thinking of her. I know it's weird, but I do it all the time. I wonder if the person I'm thinking about is thinking about us thinking about each other. Sometimes even I get confused. It's complicated and as simple as can be at the same time.
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I draw my favorite flower; a hibiscus. A flows mostly found on Hawaiian terrain. It can grow other places, but it's natural home is Hawaii. The flower I'm drawing is black closer to the part of the petal tip, then fades into bright yellow the closer you get to the "inside" of the flower. It reminds me of Evie, she may seem cold, dark, and scary, but on the inside she's the friendliest, most caring, generous person I know. She loves koalas, and is deathly afraid of Golden Lion Tamarins. She wants to go to Australia just to see koalas that aren't in a cage,  even though she knows they're endangered and she can't touch them.  She's weird,  but I'm lucky to have her as a friend.
  I'm sitting there thinking when John rushes in the room.  His mouth is a straight line and his eyes are beady. 
  He grabs my arm and rushes me out of the door. He says:"Eat."  And just stands there staring at me.  I grab the spicy chicken burger and start eating eat.  I glance back at him a couple of times and he just stares at me.  I keep eating the burger.  Then I starting the fries,  then the drink and next thing I know I'm done.
He grabs my arm again and walks me to another room. "Sit."  He says firmly.  He sounds like a zombie.  Stands there like he's staring army brain because he wants to eat it.  His eyes are bloodshot,  and he looks really pale.  He looks like me.
  I've been doing better,  my hair has grown to my  shoulders,  and I've been practicing my makeup so it looks really good now.  I don't look like I am starved to death anymore.  All my bruises and cuts are gone. Are we finally about to go?