July 5th, 2008,
My captors have denied me access to the restroom facilities once more. They gave me a small bucket to piss in instead. They say it’s for my “personal safety,” like they think I was an idiot. Something good happened today though, instead of nightmares haunting my mind when I slept, I had a flashback of what happened before all of this. I had a family, a wife, two children (One boy, one girl), a dog, cat, and a goldfish. My life was good, I would work construction while my wife stayed at home and took care of the kids. She was also a composer. She made wonderful music and showed me it on her piano every night before we made sweet, passionate love. After the act of ultimate care, we’d fall asleep holding each other until we woke up the next day in the same position. She would always smile as she saw her and like clockwork, always leaned in and gave me a kiss. I woke up then, I really don’t know which is worse. The nightmares that haunt me, or the flashbacks that taunt me. I need to see her again.