Diary

Tuesday, May 10, 2011/Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

                I feel better today. I am just finished eating breakfast. I felt so hungry and thirsty. He gave me extra food and water today, like he knew I needed it. I had baked beans, sausages and bread. Not only that but the food was warm, and he passed it in on a plate. I am sitting here now with a knife and fork; a metal knife and a metal fork. I don’t know why but I feel like keeping the knife. I think it could be useful for something but I don’t know what. Would he notice if I kept it? I am sure he would. Of course he would. He isn’t stupid.

                I tried pressing the flat blade of the knife into the gap between the door and the frame to see if I could somehow prise the door open. It didn’t work. There doesn’t seem to be any screws around the door lock either. I cannot open the door from this side.

                I tried pulling up floorboards with the knife. Again they are solid. I think that maybe over time I could chip away at them but it would take so long and I’ve no idea if there is even a way out down below.

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I have decided to hold onto the knife. Let’s see what happens.

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He opened the hatch and took the plate away. The hatch stayed open for few seconds longer than normal. I could just imagine him standing out there looking at the plate and seeing that the knife was gone. I watched from the bed as the hatch stood open, silence from the other side of the door. After what seemed like about twenty seconds or so, he closed the hatch. Is that it? Do I get to keep the knife now? Did I win?

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I feel like I have grown pretty accustomed to telling the time without any visual aid and I am pretty sure it should have been dinnertime already. He hasn’t passed in anything for me to eat. I just know it’s because of the knife. He wants it back. Well he isn’t getting it.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

                No breakfast or lunch today. I am feeling pretty hungry. He passed in a bottle of water, but no food. Is he going to starve me until I give the knife back? Will he just let me die of hunger in here for the sake of a stupid, useless knife?

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I just looked at today’s date Ethan and realised that you will be sixteen tomorrow. I know that I have probably got the date wrong since I lost track after first getting here, but to me your birthday is tomorrow. I am sorry if I have gotten it wrong and already missed it. I hope you have a good day. I hope me being gone doesn’t spoil it.

                Throw a party, invite Natalie around. You should ask her out on a date. She is a sweet girl. I like her. And she is my best friend’s sister! She likes you too by the way. Julie told me.