Date, No clue. He doesn't know I have this diary. Lets keep it a secret between you and me. You? I don't know who you are. I probably never will, but when you open this diary and read the horrors inside, you will know me. Sorry, did I scare you? Too bad. Welcome to the real world, chicken. If your too scared to read this then close this book and burn it. I think you are brave, so if you can't read it, no one can. Ready? Me neither.
Day one with this diary.
I CAN"T BELIVE I FOUND THIS! It makes me so happy! I finally have something else to think about. I found it in the trash outside a rich person's house with only one entry in it. I ripped it out of course! I'm going to be honest with you, I'm scared. I was put in this tiny box by HIM two days ago because I tried to get away. That's when I found the diary and a pen. I'm currently writing in the small light of the air hole. Is there anyway to get some food in here?! How about a REAL BATHROOM?! That would be really nice. I'm going to be disgusting for a moment. I'm sitting in my poop. There. I hear HIS footsteps coming! I have to hide this! WHERE?!
I stuffed the pen in the book and shoved it under the back of her torn tank-top. I my her lip in terror. HE was opening the box! HIS face was clean shaven and he looked like he was in a hang-over. Good. He should be uncomfortable. Serves him right for stuffing me in a box! HE dragged me out by the face and ordered me to stand up and face HIM. I fell over and faced the floor. You wanna' laugh at me? Stuff yourself in a box so small you can barely breath for three days and try to stand. HA! Thought so. He smacked my head so hard I saw stars and little birdies. Then he yanked me up by my neck.
"FACE ME! Do you see what running away gets you? You'll never be free until those parents of yours pay up!" HE roared.
Blood trickled down my neck and I prayed he didn't find my book. I lowered my eyes to the ground in the way he likes. I think he feels like he is in control when I do that. In a way he is.
"Sir." I said respectfully, even though I would rather feed him to the sharks."My parents died when I was nine. They will never pay you because they are DEAD."
He slapped me. "DON'T LIE TO BRAT!"
Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let HIM see me cry. He will never elicit a tear from me. Never.
"For lying to me you will clean this dump." He commanded with dirty hands on dirty hips. I knew better than to argue. I KNEW what would happen if I did.
"Yes sir."