Hey, here's chapter two! Sorry this one is so short too. I have a feeling this story is going to be short :/

Oh, well. I have camp nowadays so I have little time to write this stuff.

Thank you xDazedandConfusedX and obsessivelyfanaticgw09 for commenting :) well anyway. Here's the next chapter! Enjoy.

April 29, 1862

Dear Diary,

Oh my god! Anthony came! When I saw him standing outside my doorway my heart filled with joy and I didn't know what to say. I think I stuttered a bit. Did I stutter? I hope not.

Anyway, while the Judge was at the courthouse, Anthony came. I was continuing my flower needlepoint as he knocked on the door. At first I thought it was Judge Turpin so I sighed, turned around and said "Come in." Anthony opened the door and smiles crept on both of our faces.

We said our hellos and talked for a long while, until he felt like he should go so the Judge wouldn't find out he was there.

Right before he left though, he asked a serious question that needed a serious answer. He wants me to come away with him! That question made my heart burst in joy. I smiled a huge smile and said yes. That was when he planted a kiss on my cheek and told me that he'd come back for me later.

I'm packing for the journey so I'll write in you later. I can't believe this is really happening. This is it, we run off and all of our dreams come true.

April 29, 1862 (Continued)

Those two vile men. My hatred for the Judge and the Beadle has grown. Somehow the Judge figured out our tight plan to escape together. The Judge barged into my room while I was packing. He insulted me, I am too a lady. No gentleman doesn't knock before entering a lady's room. While he was talking, I quietly slipped you and a quill under my dress.

The Judge sent the Beadle to grab me in a most uncomfortable way. Those two perverts! I really hope they didn't notice you under my dress. The Judge had the Beadle carry me to a carriage, even though they know perfectly well that I can walk on my own. The Beadle threw me in the carriage with a lot of force. It's a good thing that he's riding on top with the coach so he doesn't see me writing in you.

I'm really sad and scared right now, for right when the Beadle threw me in the carriage, I heard Anthony yelling and screaming for me. I felt horrible. If only the Judge had come a little later. How did the Judge even find out? Anthony and I kept our little plan to elope tight.

I'm scared because I heard the address of where they were taking me. It was the address to Fogg's Asylum. I've heard about what happens there. They stick you in a straightjacket, through you in a cell with other women, and leave you there. Other birds with clipped wings. It's inhumane!

Hopefully Anthony will come for me. Hopefully? He will! Anthony will come for me! I just know he will! If I ever get the chance to, I'll write in you later. I highly doubt it though.

- Johanna Barker to be Hope

April 29, 1862 (continued)

The Judge and Beadle left me in this room while they filled out the papers. It's dreary and damp in here. The walls and floors are made out of cold gray stone. The only sources of light here are the few torches lit hanging on the walls. If the Judge "loves" me so much, he sure has a funny way of showing it. If he really loved me he wouldn't be putting me in an asylum for lunatics. I was perfectly sane last time I checked. This isn't fair at all.

Maybe that's it. Maybe that's why this isn't fair. This is a little game we play where he cheats. We're all just puppets in a small play, where the Judge is the puppeteer. It's all just a charade.

It's only been about two minutes and this place is driving me insane. I don't know how much longer I can take it here.

Anthony…

I miss him so much. If we are to run off together, he's going to have to rescue me, and soon! I know our love is pure and true. When I'm put in yet another cage, I'll be waiting for you.

Oh, Anthony, please come to me soon!

Again, sorry it's so short. This time I'm going to need three reviews for a new chapter. I would really appreciate it. :3 Thanks!