July 6, 2008,
The guards were drunk… again. I hate it when they drink so much because it’s always me that they jab at first. One man came into my room and decided to beat me savagely for, what I can recall, a half an hour. I lost count after the first few minutes when I curled in a defensive position and waited for him to end it. It’s not the first time they’ve done this. They usually get drunk once or twice every week and they usually get violent 1 out of 3 of those times. The dreams of the mystery life keep haunting my mind. They tease me with the life I can’t remember and desperately try. I’ve stopped taking the pills they’ve given me. Now, when I say I’ve stopped, I mean I stuck them in my mouth and when they sent me back to my nice padded room, I hid them. I found a faulty pad when I was relieving some frustration early this morning and have hid them in there. My mind feels so free, like a weight has been lifted, I can almost remember why I am here, but I digress. I must leave you now, my food is here.