« Dear Diary » #6


San Francisco, January 15th 2015


Dear Diary,

The last two days I was locked downstairs, without anything to distract me.

Just the mattress.

No pen, no paper, not even you to allow the shadows in my mind to get out.

I want to get out. I thought I could breathe better here, but it was all illusions.

I’m stuck. Alone. Lonely.

I think he forgot me because I didn’t get anything to eat.

Luckily for me the reserve of water was with me.

So, I could drink to fill up my empty stomach.

It’s freezing now here. I think the heating system was out of service because it wasn’t roaring anymore.

I’m allowed to stay in the living room.

I have to go, I’ve got some cleaning to do. He is not a neat person.

I always have to clean after him, so try to imagine what happened after two days.

Your Siobhan.

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