Journal Entry 2

November 4, 2009

Dear Diary,

Did you know it's my sister's birthday today? I miss her more than anything right now. I hope she's able to enjoy her birthday. I bet she is. My baby sister meant everything to me and that's probably the thing about my captivity that upsets me the most; will I ever be able to see her again? I shudder every time I think what she might be thinking about this whole situation. I don't care so much about what happens to me, but what will happen to her without me there to help her with anything she needs? I'm glad I had at least persuaded her not to come help me set up my apartment. Imagine if she had come; she could possibly be stuck here with me. She's not thought, so I can't think about something like that. There's no use dwelling on what could have been rather than focusing on what has actually happened.

I made another escape attempt last week. I know, I know, not the brightest idea. I got a little upset when I realized I wouldn't be able to say happy birthday to my lil' sis. I thought I might be able to ignore the pain if I thought about seeing her once more, but it was just too much. I hate being here. I'm stir crazy, I can't stand the people here anymore, and I'm tired of eating fish and rice all the time! Guess what we're having for dinner tonight. You guessed it! More f-ing fish! I hate Russia, I hate it with a passion! They never have a good variety of food and it's always freezing cold! I swear Makarov thinks that it's a sin to turn on the heat. If we're lucky, he lets us turn on one of the few space heaters we have around the house. I really want to kill that guy. Actually, I want to kill all of them! They treat us like crap. They could use a taste of their own medicine.

Sorry about that. I've been moody lately, I just can't help it. There are a few guys here who aren't too bad, but the ones that are bad are more than that, they're f-ing evil. This place is driving me completely insane. This is why people shouldn't stay in the same place with the same company for too long. Oh God, if I ever get out of here I'll need to be given psychotropic medications just to function normally and assimilate back into normal society! Look at that, I'll also need anxiety pills apparently. I'm honestly surprised that I've remained sane(ish) for this long. I'm not someone who can sit around doing nothing for a long time, and that's exactly what I've been doing for the past...how long has it been? Only about 3 months wow, it feels like much longer. I need to get out of here, but how? My ill-planned attempts to run away prove that it obviously won't be easy...if it's even possible at all.

I really should plan some sort of escape and get my ass out of here alive. The collar is waterproof so I can't short-circuit it in the shower, I already found that out. Maybe I can befriend one of the guys here and convince him to help me take the collar off. That's highly unlikely, but I can't think of anything better, can you? Of course not! You're just a bunch of paper! Calm down Ano, it's not the diary's fault you're stuck here. Oh, and don't get you're hopes up 'cause that's not my real name. Yup, I just shortened the name Makarov calls me since I'm getting too lazy to write a lot. You'd think I'd write in here more simply because it gives me something to do. Well, I'm being called for dinner so I must go, not that I want to eat more fish anyway.

Your owner,

Anonim

Camera 2: Dining room

"Oh, happy Unity Day by the way." Makarov said once everyone had taken a place at the table and begun to eat. Everyone just looked at him as if he were talking nonsense.

"What the hell is Unity day?" One of the men around the table asked. Makarov just sighed, shook his head, and mumbled something under his breath along the lines of 'idiot'.

The table fell silent once again, as it usually was, but everyone continued eating. Makarov noticed Anonim hadn't touched any of the food yet and spoke up, "Is our cooking not up to American standards? I'm terribly sorry, I will have to order a hamburger for you next time."

"I don't like hamburgers." Makarov shot her a glare, so she looked down at her full plate and continued talking. "I'm just not hungry right now."

"Bull shit. Don't let food go to waste when you're hungry. Eat!" He called her bluff.

"I think I would know my stomach better than you." She snapped back, causing everyone at the table to look at Makarov expectantly, nobody they knew of had ever defied him before, at least no one alive.

"Apparently not considering you aren't eating when you're obviously hungry. None of this will be good re-heated so just shut up and eat already." Makarov ordered more out of the thrill he got from people listening to his every demand than a genuine concern for the girl's health.

"I'd much rather give it to one of you."

"I didn't exactly ask what you wanted now did I?" He got slightly annoyed when she didn't immediately meet his demands.

"You didn't have to ask, I know you well enough to know what you're thinking."

"Then what am I thinking now?"

"How hot Anatoly would look shirtless." She said sarcastically rolling her eyes. Anatoly said nothing to this comment, but he did smirk at his food.

Makarov's eyes flared with anger. "That's it! Go upstairs! No food for the next three days since you're not hungry!" Anonim stuck out her tongue childishly, but complied with his orders soon after and went upstairs.