September 18 Edit
I look into the lights like the Doctors ordered. I could swear i see shapes in there, moving around. Like shadows, but made of light.
And there's shadows all around. Always around the corner.
He keeps turning lights off. Says he wants to save the bulbs. He's trying to make me think i'm going blind, isn't he? How he loves to feel superior!
September 19 Edit
Took TWO Joy just so I could stand his ugly face. Why won't it work?
Has he swapped them out for something? Paracetamol? Jelly beans?
Jesus, we haven't had jelly beans since... have we ever had jelly beans?
September 20 Edit
I hate when he talks in that slow, condescending voice. Like I'm a child. I'm not a child, am I? I don't even know any children.
Jesus, what is wrong with my Joy?
September 22 Edit
There he is scritching away in the corner. Scribble, scribble, scribble, eh, Mr. Gibbon?
And then the whoosh of the pneumatic tube! He's blaming it all on me what happened, isn't he?
He says it's his missus. I don't believe he's still got a missus. With his big mossy teeth? I bet she went on holiday long ago.
Was I married once? How did it end? I get an awful feeling in my stomach? I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy remembering.
Something is all fucked up about the Joy! And he won't send me home. We've got to stay here. Duty!
September 25 Edit
I can hear him crunching in the dark. It ISN'T rats! It's his big mossy teeth!
I lie awake and picture squeezing his throat till he turns the colour of my carrots he bloody well stole. He's plotting something.
September 28 Edit
Let him try to weasel out of this one! I SAW him writing those LIES!!! Reassign me, will he? "Off my Joy," am I? I'm bloody well tripling up and he KNOWS IT!!!
October 6 Edit
WE'VE COME TO THE END OF OUR TIME! WE'VE COME TO THE END OF OUR TIME! WE'VE COME TO THE END OF OUR TIME!