Notes to Cindy: The Archives

Last night was eventful. This morning even more so. The social worker came to speak to me last night. I told her about CJ sexually harassing me and the glass he had in his room. CJ was, shortly thereafter, moved to the otherside of the ward. Jason and a new boy, Jake, moved oveer to my hall. At about twenty-three-thirty I was moved to the short hall. This morning was okay. Then in the middle of scroggs we were all called back to the ward- EVERYONE! We were all searched. They're still searching. They're searching every inch of every ward until they find something. But, they won't. There's nothing to find and their hasn't been for a good while. Oh hell, the things I never mean to start and am never able to finish.... I know that Cody and CJ are probably trying to avenge themselves, but it will never work. They dug their grave and I've long since filled mine back up. I told CJ to stop cutting, to stop harassing me, but he didn't. It's his fault that he didn't listen. And Cody... well he couldn't have been affected anyway. CJ and cody were able to go to Fun Friday after what they did, and I wasn't for what I didn't do. Life does certainly suck. Tired. Goodnight...