I'm back with more on Rockwell. Enjoy.
Morning Dec. 2012
It decided to snow last night. When I woke up, I was completely covered in the stuff. It's one of those times I'm thankful for all the hair. My journal was nearly soaked, it's a good thing I practically curled around it.
Unfortunately, this cold could make it harder for me to complete my endeavor. I'll try it anyway, but these cuffs are so constricted that I can hardly breath, and it's hard to write right now. After sleeping on it, I've decided to start at the simplest method first, after all, the simplest solutions tend to be the best. Pull, pry, rip, and hit until they hopefully come off. But first, breakfast. Those two young people accidentally left some of their lunch behind. Hopefully the snow didn't ruin it too much.
Midday Dec 2012
Good news: Those cuffs were much more simplistic than I had previously thought. Either that, or I'm stronger than I thought. Either way, my hands and feet are free, and I'm no longer being choked by the collar on my neck. But the bad news is that now I need a new goal. While writing in this journal helps a little, I'm alone with no one to talk to and nothing to do.
Sometimes, just sometimes, when I see people walking in the pleasurable company of others and I'm alone to observe, or when I wasn't able to scavenge much to eat, and remember when I could go to the store or a restaurant; I curse my old "partner" for what he did to me. Especially after my first night of freedom, after hearing what felt like the finality of someone calling me "monkey", not knowing what to do with myself, I yelled at him, cursed him with all my might, as he was defeated (and escaped, I dread to think what that scum might be plotting now), but I was still an ape. Somehow in the back of my mind I held this misguided belief that after he was defeated, my life would go back to normal, I would go back to being normal. Even as I screamed as loud as I could, just like every attempt at speech before it nothing came out but shrieks and the like. I suppose that doesn't matter much now, seeing as I have no one to talk to anyway.
Goodness, it does feel nice to be free of those cuffs, though. Lifting a hand to write takes so much less effort. Makes me feel like I've taken just a little more of my freedom back. But, it was an effort getting them off, I nearly dropped off mid-writing in my journal. I think I'll take a nap.
R&, please! Next chapter, I put in a little idea of mine that I think Nick should really think about, well, anyway, until next chapter!