Nov 27, 2004 02:37
Horrible. Simply... horrible. Aye... horrible...
Fernald just let me out. He had to wait until they were asleep... before...
The brat... The brat shoved me in a storage closet. And locked it. She knows I hate enclosed spaces. It's one thing to be on a submarine under water, but... but... To be locked in a dark, dark... dark, cramped closet for hours... and hours...
My fists are all bloody raw from all the banging. My throat is hoarse from yelling. Fernald just went off to fetch some tea. I do hope he returns shortly.
I'm exhausted, but... too shaken up to fall asleep...
I wish I had comfort.