Hi! Yeah, I didnt plan on actually making this into a continuing story, but I was bored so...here's the next chapter. If anyone has a request about what should happen next, since im doing this as i go along, y'all can give me some ideas.

Monday

6:45 pm - I eat now. Yeah, I ate an entire burger yesterday again and I think its progress. Kept all my food down too.

I asked Johnny when he plans on killing me. This was while he was sitting across the room from me, watching me eat from under the shag of his crazy hair. He looked pretty damn tired so I expect he was nodding off (watching other people is creepy for the eater and boring for the watcher). He gave this puzzled look and asked me why I though he was going to kill them when he had just given me food. And was prepared to cram it down my throat if necessary.

"The world is so much more interesting with you in it," he said in his best Hopkins-Lecter impression and this struck me as the funniest thing I've ever heard. I laughed so long I started crying again and he had no choice but to crawl over to my side of the room and hold me down while jabbing my side with a needle that put me out so fast I didn't have time to tell him I wasn't crying because I was sad. I was crying because I laughed too hard. But he never listens to reason.

Tuesday

Some time - I realized my clock broke when I stared at the hands for a good 1000 counts and they didn't move.

I remembered how when he had done his Hannibal impression, in the book "Hannibal", in the end, Hannibal and Clarice lived together because he kept her insanely drugged for a long time. It occurred to me that that's what Johnny must have been doing because I lose time sometimes, usually after he comes in for food or something.

So I try hard to stay calm. I remember my name. I am Hailey Santiago. I am not Puerto Rican. I am a former hostess at Nicey's because I know they fired me by now.

Wednesday

Some random time: I FOUND MY ANKH. When he threw my backpack into the room a few days back with my stuff, my ankh necklace wasn't among them. I lost it sometime between that night and...um...last night. But he returned it a little while ago, saying it was lying on the floor.

This is best thing that's happened to me in forever. I finally get back my necklace, my backpack with my stuff, my journal which has been keeping me very very sane these last few days, and I even busted out of this room in celebration like an hour ago. The door was locked but the lock was the kind you could beat off. Beat off with a heavy object. Like a plank. I have come to realize that you should never question certain things.

Thursday

Does this place have a clock?

Things are quiet. I wonder if he got rid of the Skinned Man. I didn't see any more of that sort of thing going on so maybe it was like...I dunno, maybe he's in the mafia or something.

Things are looking up.

Friday

So there I was, standing up on the couch, trying to reach the light bulb because it was flickering and I was afraid it was going to end up giving me a seizure, when Johnny burst in so fast I thought something was wrong...I mean, wrong in a THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE sense. He had a vase in his hand and for reason unknown to me, he reared back and flung it at my head so fast that if I hadn't had ducked, he would have knocked my brains out.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he screamed at me. I jumped off the couch (where I had been huddled, actually) and tried to back away, but he grabbed my foot and dragged me on my back closer.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE?" he was yelling. So I punched him in the face. This friend of mine had taught me how to hold my hand like a fist with the most effective punch I could deliver (I'm not very strong) and like he recommended, my knuckles connected with his nose. Bulls eye.

All this did was snap his head back. But he lowered it slowly, and man, he has the most insane eyes ever. He had one hand clutching my side (I'm not fat but the skin was being pulled and it hurt) and another already wrapped around my throat. He wasn't holding it tightly at all, but if he were to simply squeeze just a bit...

"Go away," I said in the bravest voice I could make, "get off me, go away."

He seemed to snap back to himself and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Not," he said through clenched teeth, "until you tell me why you're following me."

I must have given him another really stupid look, like the day with the can opener, because he rolled his eyes and pulled himself to his feet.

"You," he began, swiping one hand through his hair, "you've been sent by the thing, right? Did moose send you?"

Moose? Moose? Was he kidding me?

"What moose? What the fuck are you talking about?" and, as long as I had his attention, "let me out NOW!"

He flung his hand towards the door.

"Door's right there." He turned and stalked out. I wonder if he was even aware that the click of the handle meant he had just locked it...again.