Escape the Sanity

Dear Diary

Chapter 10: Dear Diary

" Dear Diary,
It has officially been two weeks since Jeff has kidnapped me. It seems that every night it gets colder and colder in this abandoned house and it's making me lose some sleep. We ran out of food, which causes Jeff to go out and kill more people to bring home more food and other things to keep us alive and going.
I think I might be going crazy, I'm drawing on the walls of dreams I keep having and it's only making things a little worse. Jeff and I drew some pictures last night; his was a picture of me and him standing behind a headless man who was gushing out a fountain of blood, the other part was the we were in wedding outfits, and both of us looked oddly insane. Does he know? Does he know that my sanity is dropping little by little each day that I'm kept here? I think so. My picture, however, was simply a forest with beautiful trees and other nature shit. It's a really lovely drawing actually, but I'm not quite done with it yet. I need to add more to the drawing. And so here's the end. Write again soon.


Dear Diary,
I don't even know what day it is... or what month it is either. All I know is that no one has yet to find me here in this hell house. Does my parents even care that I'm gone? Do they even notice that I'm gone?! I guess not if it's taking them this long. Anyways, Jeff brought home more food yesterday and I chowed down on it. I didn't care if I looked like a hog or not I haven't eaten in almost three days, but yet I have to save food to live the next day.
I'm home along, again. Jeff has gone out to 'take care of business' I know what he means by that... I just don't like to think about it.
I finished the drawing though! It has a picture of a young girl in it, my sister, and then there's me, holding a knife to her throat, and she's bleeding everywhere. I didn't care weather she was sad or not I hated my sister. She always tried to control me as a child and she always had an way of insulting me even when I didn't do anything. I hope she dies one day. I hope they all die. What am I saying?


Dear Diary,
I can't take it! I want to go outside! I want to play outside! And so I will. When Jeff leaves today I will sneak outside and I won't feel like a prisoner anymore ill feel free and open! I hate this place I hate Jeff how can he do this to me!? I want him to die I even want to die! Mommy, daddy, please help me! Save me someone, please! You don't want me to lose my sanity do you? Cause I will. I will lose it if you don't save me from this god forsaken place that Jeff calls 'home'
I think I'll sleep with a knife tonight.


Dear Diary,
My arms is bleeding. I was screaming. I went outside and-and... I was attacked by a woodenly creature I wasn't quite sure what it was by it sounded like a raccoon. I ran back inside and quickly washed and patched my wombs so Jeff won't know, but then again he probably will know.
I'm not going outside anymore... I can always open a window...


Dear Diary,
I found a camera today in a closet downstairs. I tested it out and it works perfectly, plus it has a night camera on it too, so I can see what I'm taping in the dark. Jeff and I had dinner together last night, not quite sure what we ate but it was really good. He gave me a hoodie to keep warm during the night and he said he'll be home tonight to sleep with me and keep me safe. I told him what I did and he seemed mad, but he didn't hit me or anything he simply explained to me what I did was wrong and demanded that I'd never to it again. I said yes.
I videotaped the drawings in the wall that I made plus a new one. I drew a smiley face on the wall with my own blood and laughed. I laughed a laugh that I've never seemed to do before, it was a new feelings.
Think I'm gonna go to bed now... Jeff is calling for me. So I have to go.