Diary Entrance Number 1.

Well, it's official. I'm officially a prisoner here in this doggone hospital. I'm never going to get out of here. Ever. They have even made sure that I won't be able to find my family and friends. And if I try looking for them, I'll get such a nasty shock from the ankle bracelet they put on my foot. Sigh.....but I'm not going to give up. I just let them believe I have. Now to get this thing off. I began to carefully try and pry it off with something until the door opened, and in walked Black.

"Hello Becky, how are you feeling? I have some more treatment for you, and- what are you doing?" He demanded, seeing me trying to take off the ankle bracelet. "Leave that alone. It's not something to be played with or removed." He takes away the scalpel I had stolen and was using to pry off the ankle bracelet with.

"Where did you get this? Answer me!" He yelled, causing me to flinch. He shook me, but not enough to hurt me, just to get an answer. "It's none of your business!" I said, angry at him and on the verge of tears.

"Becky, you shouldn't take things that don't belong to you. So now as punishment I'm going to have to strap you down and start several more treatments," he sighed, and then strapped me to the bed. A few hours later I was screaming at the top of my lungs, begging for him to stop.

"No, you need these treatments. Now be still." He stopped when he was tired, and took me back to my room, not bothering with healing me again. "Now lay there and think about what you did."

He slammed the door shut, and once again I curled into a ball and cried. I'm never getting out of this place. I'm starting to give up hope now. End of diary entry.