8. Diary Entry 7
Today was probably one of the most normal days I have had since I was kidnapped. I woke up BY MYSELF, without being thrown awake or worse. I realized this once I checked my clock. I went downstairs without being told to, grabbed a box of cereal, and ate as much of it as I wanted to. This may all seem like a bore to you, diary, but for someone who grows so used to being told and forced to do everything, it was nice. It may look like I have given up hope and have just settled into the day-to-day life of a docile pet, however, that is everything but true. The man hasn't been home at all in 3 days, or so I've heard from another captive, and I'm kind of enjoying it. Despite security at every exit and entrance, it may have been possible for both of us to escape. We knew our way around the house, and there was a secret entrance that even the owner didn't know about. Er, well, he doesn't know about anymore. Anyways, things were just starting to look up, when OF COURSE, the man came home sober and pissed off at the world. We had barely managed to scatter into our rooms before he screeched something about us going back. We had decided against that, so we were running down the hallway where we found out that the door out was locked. Case of never-ending bad luck, isn't it? After what may have been one of the worst hours of our lives, we packed a few things and were collected by the kidnappers.
Tonight we get shipped off for the last time, and these people will decide whether we go home, die, or suffer even longer than we thought possible. No matter who gets me next, I promise that they will regret ever kidnapping me at all.
'Till I get home,