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Sleep

I can't sleep. I try but I can't. I am too worried. Worried about my brothers. Worried about my mother and father. It is funny how I am probably described as selfish, I really hate sharing, and I am not even worried about myself. When it is me who could die tomorrow. Me who is locked in this basement.

I can't eat. Let me rephrase, I eat very little. My only source of food is a small bowl of applesauce and crackers that i get twice a day. Once in the morning. Once at night. Once in the morning. Once at night. It isn't even that good. The applesauce is unsweetened and the crackers taste like they are two years old. I wonder what my family is eating. If they can.

Somebody help me. Please.

Nobody will help me. I will have to escape myself. I have to get out of this basement. It has been the same routine for a week. Sleep for an hour. Wake up. Eat unsweetened applesauce with stale crackers. Try to sleep again. Can't. Eat again. Repeat. Over and over. I have been through this hell over and over. Seeing that man over and over.

I won't stand for this shit no longer.