I want to go home...
I just don't understand any of this at all - why has Barnabas chosen to punish me? Whatever wrongs that I have committed against him, I swear I would willingly undo, and yet...I can't come up with a single reason for this treatment.
I've tried to escape, but Willie won't let me, which brings me to yet another puzzlement. Why on earth won't he help me?? He claims to want to, and yet...he doesn't. Or can't. I'm not sure which it is, but I'm truly not even sure if I want to know.
To say that I'm frightened is an understatement since I'm absolutely petrified - living alone in a dingy cellar and only being fed meager meals of soup and water is not my idea of living. Then again, living with two men isn't exactly my idea of living, either, unless their names are Sam Evans and Joe Haskell.
Oh, why haven't they found me?? I miss my Pop...and Joe...
I've tried to escape, but Willie won't let me, which brings me to yet another puzzlement. Why on earth won't he help me?? He claims to want to, and yet...he doesn't. Or can't. I'm not sure which it is, but I'm truly not even sure if I want to know.
To say that I'm frightened is an understatement since I'm absolutely petrified - living alone in a dingy cellar and only being fed meager meals of soup and water is not my idea of living. Then again, living with two men isn't exactly my idea of living, either, unless their names are Sam Evans and Joe Haskell.
Oh, why haven't they found me?? I miss my Pop...and Joe...