Squares of Toilet Paper

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any part of V for Vandetta. Jennifer Hammond is based upon the mother of Evey Hammond in both the comics and the movie.

To the reader:

This document was recovered from the Amahirst interrogation center during a renovation of the facility to make it a historical tourist site, much like the concentration camps from over one hundred years ago that were controlled by Nazi Germany have been. Historians from the British Restoration society believe that this was written fifteen years before death of Chancellor Sutler of Great Britain, and copies are available in the Amahirst gift shop for purchase. Please keep in mind that events described in this diary did occur and that this diary is regarded as a prime example of first-hand accounts of the experiences of political prisoners under Chancellor Sutler.

Entry One

I don't know what day it is. I can't say how long I've been in here, for I don't know. But I can tell you about me. And all I ask is for you to read my words, and to keep reading them until there are no more. I don't know who you are, and I don't know what the world is like now as you read this. Perhaps you're in the same situation as me, another prisoner with a shaved head clinging onto life in Amahirst prison. Or maybe you're a government official reading this when you should be incinerating it as you prepare the building for public visitation. It doesn't really matter who you are, or how and why you've come across what I have written on little toilet paper squares. Just that you read, and that you don't stop.

My name is Jennifer Hammond, and I am a prisoner in Amahirst, a prison where the government locks people up on accusations of terrorism, murder, and sedition. I'm bothering to write this all down because last night, a man in the cell next to me whispered that they're going to close Amahirst, and kill the rest of us. I want to be remembered- I don't even know if my little girl can remember my face.

I grew up in Oxford, England, before the coup that gave Sutler his position as Chancellor. My mother and father were kind parents that didn't spoil me or try to control my life. My childhood was a happy one, blessed with friends and more friends that always played with me. I was best friends with my older brothers Jonathan and Tomas.

We even had a yard- if you could call an eighth of an acre a yard- surrounded by a white picket fence, and a huge oak tree hung over our house and shaded the patches of grass we had. Mother and Father used to—

(Note to the reader: Here the toilet paper square was torn and stained, so that only the author knows what was written. Regretfully, even our sophisticated technology cannot restore the document to its original purpose. )