I am telling you this becuase I can no longer contain it all,it is starting to take a toll on my body.I sit hear writing to you oh dear diary of mine listening to him toss and turn in his bed.He has become restless and only on some great nights he may sleep and other nights I have to give him something just to relax him.I am starting to think that I will need something myself soon.Four nights a go he came to me with the others they said he was here for treatment,they lied.
It was one of the dark lords orders.I had no choice or punishment would be obtained,as they put it.I brought him in to my home,my life with out knowing what I was getting myself into.He came to me thin,weak,his skin was almost transparent,you could just barely make out his freckles that crossed over his nose and dipped just below his heavy eyes.He wouldn't speak or even look me in the eye,I dont even know if he can talk which saddens me deeply.I have a feeling that they drpped him off here not only because of the dark lords orders but because no know wanted to take care of him.
Its as if you are taking care of a five year old,the way he acts,how he talks to himself and sings a nonsense little tune.He may have only been here for four days but I have all ready ran out of ideas on how to help him.Some times I just watch him in disbelief of how someone could do that to there own son,its inhuman is what it is.It is becoming late and I am becoming tired so I must stop here for the night.
