11/12/2002
I guess I will have to make the best of this place. Earlier I tried to wash because I don't want to get a disease from a infection just because I didn't try to keep clean. It was freezing, and with it being November I'm surprised I didn't freeze to death, but I did it. After that I took one of the candle lamps and took it around the room. I saw a small table with a chair that had a plate, a glass, and a bag. I guess whoever put me here didn't want me to die quickly.
After I washed I tried to relax on the mattress but the thoughts of my family and friends kept running through my head. I wish I could just close my eyes and wake up back at home in my bed. To imagine this was all a big dream, but I know this is real and there's no changing it, there's no such thing as time travel or teleportation, Either I'll have to get out of here myself or by someone rescuing me. I just wonder where my family is. Is my brother locked up in a room too? Is my mom and dad in a room, or is it just me? What about my friends from school? What about Meredith? Are they being tortured? Are they alive? The more I think is making me depressed. Though whenever I try to relax the thoughts keep coming back, so I guess there is nothing to do for now except for look around. I finally found something like a small window, it's hard to tell because it is covered with nailed down wood. Great. I hope I can find a way out of here, I don't know how many more thoughts I can take. Even if it has been a few hours.
I will try to get some sleep. I will write again in the morning.
11/13/2002
I survived through the night, but it sucks being here. I woke up about two hours ago and finally pried off the wood over the window. Yes, it was a window, but it was hard to see out of because it was blurry and scratched. That let in a little more light, not much though. Also I had tried the food and it seemed fine. It was nothing like mom's cooking. Oh, her meals were the best.
You know the feeling you get when you're scared and the small hairs on your back stand up, well for some reason I'm having that feeling. It's probably because I'm cold and scared-
I hear something.
I HAVE TO GO.
11/13/2002
Right now I'm hiding behind the wall in front of the bathroom area in a corner beside the tub. I'm praying that whatever it is will not find me. I'm scared that it might slowly torture then slaughter me. Exactly what I have seen in movies and what I feared is coming to life, my life.
Before, I was sitting on the mattress when I heard the huge wooden/metal door slam open. I ran quietly in the dark to get to my only hiding spot. I heard big footsteps, the something being thrown on the ground. It became suddenly quiet as if nothing happened
I would go out there to see what it is, but the only thing is, I never heard the door shut.
I'm not alone
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The Lost Letters
Novela Juvenil"I was a normal girl, everything was perfect. I had a great home, a amazing school, family and friends who loved me. I had everything I could ever ask for. Until one day, I'm not sure what happened or where I am. I'll have to wait here, until I can...
