7th December

It’s still moving.
Lately I’ve been thinking about when this all started. I was just walking down to the shop to pick up Dads present and there He was. He was standing on the footpath holding a map and looking lost and He asked me ‘Do you know where the Box is, miss?’ and that’s when my life ended. When I woke up, I was in here, in this place, this hole, with Him standing there looking at me. I screamed and He just stood there. I tried to get up, to get out, but when I stood I found the chains on my legs. He had actually chained me to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. Shackles and chains, chains and shackles, like an animal. That was when I really realised I was in big trouble, that He had actually kidnapped me. I yelled, and fought the chains but it didn’t do any good, He just stood there watching, with a weird kind of smile on His ugly face. For the first few days He didn’t even say anything, He just came in and stood there looking, watching. I tried to threaten Him, to scare Him, to anger Him, anything, but nothing worked. He just kept right on staring. So I tried begging. That’s when He spoke. ‘Such a good girl, such a good little girl. Now you’re starting to see how it’s supposed to be’. That scared me more than anything else. The way He said it, the way He looked at me when He spoke, that’s what told me He didn’t take me for money, and He wasn’t just crazy, He was insane, and insane people are more dangerous than anyone else, cause you never know what they’re going to do, if they’re going to be violent or what. Well, I found out fast. ‘A smack a day keeps the naughty thoughts away’. That’s what He said. Even now I’m still just as terrified of Him and His bad ideas. I need sleep now, and He’s coming again anyway, so it’s time to visit the grey sun in my head.