I’m losing hope, and fast. Every day is the same: boredom, hunger and exhaustion. Every night is the same: pain, both psychological and physical. In the morning, nursing each other’s many bruises. The dread of discovery: if they find my diary, I’m done for. Thank goodness they never come into our room.
I don’t think I’m every going to get home. Matt said as much when he visited. He only came to gloat, I know. Kate …. I feel so horrible. Now I see that she was only trying to help! Why did I treat her so badly? Did she foresee it ending like this?
Was I really so blind that I believe Matt loved me?