Diary  

Entry #1

     I used to think that there was good in everyone, that was until I met him. A lot of time has passed since the capture, however; I am not sure how much. Years have passed, of that I am sure. When I was first abducted I was thirteen, I think I am around the age of fifteen now.
     He is psychotic. His mood changes continuously and I am never sure how he will act. Sometimes he treats me like I am his daughter, others he acts as if I am a criminal that needs to be punished. Sometimes he beats me, but not as much as he used to. He used to lock me inside a room, but now he lets me roam the house. I am now his servant, one step up from the prisoner I used to be.
    I think I am learning more about him. One day I found him hunched over crying, holding a picture of some boy who resembled him. The same blond hair framed his face and a small smile tugged on the boy's lips in the photograph. With a scream the man threw the picture against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces. The man balled for hours, so I left him alone and went to my chamber.

     The man never explained why he kidnapped me, I didn't expect him to. Today he touched my cheek and said in a monotone voice,"Those eyes." and left without another word. I don't know why but I think there is a connection between my abduction and those words he spoke to me.