Journal Entry 4

December 12, 2009

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I wrote in here, there really hasn't been much for me to write about. It's been quiet, a little too quiet if you asked me. Nothing's happened, at least nothing interesting. There has been more activity around here, but nothing that involves me. There have been more people coming in and out of here for the past week. Unfortunately, I can't really tell why they're here. They immediately disappear into the basement and I'm never allowed in the basement. Even if Makarov himself told me to go down there and get something for him, I'm not sure I would do it. He was pretty clear on the fact that under no circumstances shall any of us enter that basement. I don't know if they have some sort of Nuclear or Biological weapon down there, and I don't want to find out.

Oh God, what if they're testing some sort of bomb and we all get blown up in the middle of the night? At least I wouldn't have to worry about what's going to happen to me anymore. It's so nerve wracking to think that, at any moment, one of the men here could just take out a gun and kill me without any warning. I'm completely defenseless here and I can't stand it. I don't think they plan to kill me, if they did I'm sure they would have done it already. What do they want then? I don't think I want to know, so I just won't think about it.

So...The weather's pretty nice out today. Yea, I know, I have terrible conversation skills. I don't know what else there is to talk about though. I feel like I've been deprived of normal human contact since the moment I was brought into this house. You know what we talk about here? Not much. Makarov is always either talking to himself in Russian or yelling at someone. The other girls who are being held captive here just aren't much for conversation. Anatoly's okay, he's nice most of the time, but he's still not much of a talker.

Nothing else is coming to me right now. If I think of something else to say, I guess I'll open up to a new page. Goodbye for now my precious little bundle of paper.

Your owner,

Anonim

Camera 1: Dining Room: 9:00 pm.

Vladimir Makarov stood at the dining room table looking at the layout of a soccer stadium with a few other men. He made a note on the side of the paper and leaned closer to a section to get a better look. Anonim reluctantly walked into the room to stand next to Makarov who didn't look away from what he was doing.

"Vladimir?" She tried getting his attention by using his first name, she reserved that only for times when being nice to him was essential. "I'm sorry for talking to you the way I did earlier. Can I please have something to eat?" She asked in an overly nice voice. She had, once again, annoyed the man until he took her dinner away.

He spared her only a quick, annoyed glance before answering with a simple, "No."

"But..." She started to protest, until he shot her a glare that quieted her immediately. His eyes seemed to be saying, 'Leave now or I will shoot you.' And Anonim didn't doubt that he would. She left without further protest, not quite in the mood to die just yet.

4:40 am:

Quietly, stealthily Anonim crept into the kitchen, avoiding the creaky floorboards to the best of her ability. After checking that no one was in one of the adjacent rooms, she opened the refrigerator only to be temporarily blinded by the flood of light that came out. Plopping herself on the floor right in front of the fridge, she grabbed some food and began to eat like she hadn't eaten in months. In reality, it had only been about a day or so.

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat from the doorway, causing her to freeze in place. "I believe I told you that you're not allowed to eat the rest of the week." Makarov walked over and closed the fridge.

"Did you? I can't remember you saying that." Anonim played dumb, staying on the floor with a honey covered pastry still in her hand.

Makarov sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Finish what's in your hand and go back to sleep. And don't even think about telling anyone about this, I don't need people thinking I've gone soft."

Anonim eyed him suspiciously, not believing he was really being nice to her. She stood from the floor and watched him closely as she took a bite of the treat. When he did nothing she took a much larger bite, nearly choking herself in the process of chewing. Not wanting to be rude when he was being so nice, she awkwardly offered the rest to Makarov, but ate what remained in one final bite when he declined her offer. "How did you know I was in here?" She asked cautiously.

Makarov released the first laugh to come out of his mouth since Anonim first met him, causing her suspicion of his kindness to rise. "You are not a very sneaky person, I heard you going down the stairs. The light from the refrigerator didn't help either."

"Oh..." She mumbled, embarrassed. She had actually thought she was being pretty quiet. "Sorry for waking you up then."

He shook his head. "I was already awake. I was going to go outside for a cigarette soon anyway."

"You smoke?" Anonim asked surprised.

"You didn't know that? How long have you been here?" He shook his head as if her non-observance erased all hope for the human race.

"I don't know. Four months?" She guessed. It was becoming harder and harder for her to tell time.

"You need to learn to pay more attention to your surroundings or you will never live." Makarov mumbled, heading for the back door.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, looking scared. He had made it sound like they were planning to kill her.

"Nothing. Go to sleep Anonim, or I might change my mind about letting you off the hook." Anonim reluctantly did as he said. On one hand, she wanted to know what he was talking about. On the other, she didn't want to get in trouble with him while he was being nice to her and not punishing her for her blatant disobedience.

A/N: You guys have no idea how hard it's been for me to write from the camera's point of view. I try to stay as objective as possible since a camera would have no insight into their feelings or thoughts, but it seems so bland and boring if I do that! I'm trying to find a good balance that makes it realistic without making it boring.