Prologue:
Day 1:
Dear Diary: My father came to see me today; he said I was dangerous and vile. I felt dangerous, but I couldn’t even kill spiders in my cell or crush the cockroach in the dining room. He said he would come back for me soon, so I packed up what little items I had and sat on my bed, waiting. I still sit here in this cold, wet, and dark stone cell. It was 5 years ago when he told me that. Never mind, on to the more important stuff. Water has been running down the walls for hours now, I tried to drink from it when it first began. It seared my throat and lips and everything it touched, it was a type of peroxide, I was later told, it was a miracle I did not die. And that did it. I ripped the metal door off its hinges, stormed into the hallway and threw the biggest tantrum the guards had ever seen .It took 6 large 200 pound men to take me down, a 60 pound 6 year old girl, and drag me back to my cell. Now I sit in the visitation room writing, none comes here anyways. Gus, an elderly guard, sits in here with me, some days he teaches me how to write, others he teaches me math. Sometimes he tells me stories of his grandchildren and shows me pictures of when they were little. He mentioned one girl named Emma, he said she was a lot like me; that made me glad, finally there was someone out there like me, I was no longer alone. Gus lets me call him Papa when no other guards are around. He bought me a cupcake for my birthday last year and he got me a magazine. I love Gus, and I think he loves me back…
