Day 9

Dec. 18

                My life is over. I am finished and alone. I don’t know where I am anymore, because it wouldn’t be safe. The police think that I need protection now, because he knows so much about me. I don’t know who he is and all my family is so far away and I just feel so alone. I’m in a tiny room now. The door isn’t locked, but there’s nowhere I can go. The TV’s broken, stuck on the Korean network and the books are all covered in crayon. Guess all I can do is keep waiting and write in this book. It’s the only thing they let me bring so I may as well put it to good use. What to write though? I can’t write more about where I am, it “wouldn’t be safe” so I guess I’ll just write. Nothing to write, ho hum just sitting in jail waiting for my life to go back to normal. Who am I kidding though? I’ve never been normal. I was always the odd one out, and I’m stuck now. Supposed to get a gift today according to the pattern. Wonder how he’s going to get it through the police barricade? BORED.

                Okay, took a walk around the room.  I’m still upset, but I’m going to take the advice of the cat poster and just chill out. Think happy thoughts and all that. What can I think about that’s happy? Patty’s still missing and Noelle and Gentleman (my doves, remember them?) have gotten colder towards me. They’re staying with Miles and I’m afraid that by the time I’m out of here they’ll- Hang on, door opening.

                You won’t believe what happened after the door opened. It was the lady cop (she’s super nice- always asking me if I’m comfortable, if there’s anything she can do. She even let me borrow her own personal book to read). Anyways, she led me out towards the reception area and Miles was waiting for me! We took a walk in the park together and just being out of that room and with him was beyond anything. There was a ballet demonstration set up, nine beautiful dancers performing scenes from my favorite ballet, The Nutcracker. It had an anonymous sponsor and our police escort looked suspicious but we didn’t have to go back to that awful place. We just walked the winding paths aimlessly talking about Christmases back home. Both of us are away from our families this year so we might even be spending Christmas morning together. Just open up little gifts and eat junky cereal. Even that wasn’t the best part though. As we walked by the pond he leaned towards me and he just took my hand in his. My cool hand surrounded by his warm one was a magical feeling. What do you say to something like that? So we walked together, hand in hand. My life right now is terrible, and the cot I’m lying on his harder than the floor but there’s always a little brightness in the darkness.