Notes to Cindy: The Archives

I fell asleep at around eight lastnight. What I missed I'm grateful to miss, for I would have never fallen asleep afterwards. That was a peaceful and blissful oblivion of transient coma. Cody came back. Yes, and a nurse asked me this morning about elopement. I told him that we never planned elopement, but Cody had had some glass. I didn't know he was here then. CJ bit me. I hate being bitten. It stis my brain too much. I think I'm going to walk around for a while. We're on the courtyard. I'll definitely write later.

So... it's later.... It's about eighteen-forty-five, actually. I've said before that I hate weekends. I only say it consistently like this to empasise it's ever-supported accuracy. I'm still having trouble believing the whole "Cody" thing. Did he come back on purpose? It certainly does seem that way.... He had promised and renewed my trust and faith in it on more than enough occasions. Could this be another redemption? If so, I'm sorry to tell him that if he simply won't give up, then he simple must get used to disappointment in the most perpetual sense imaginable. I don't thing my recruit took his inventation very seriously. Oh, well. I guess it's his perogative. It's been confirmed by staff that they know everything. Who fucking told? Hell, all that matters is the original plan failed and if they know the original plan, there's no telling how much else they know, so I might neveer get a chance to escape with Nay, maybe even to see her! Oh yes, I believe it's perfectly sensable to be terrified, and hopeless, and depressed, and pissed... et cetera, et cetera... There were more than enough people who knew by far: Cody, Jayson, Jefree, Chris, Isaiah, Seth, and I all knew. Oh and Daniel, too. All of us knew. I know I didn't tell, so that leaves eight others at least. This is proving that next time, if there is a next time, I should keep shit to myself. It will probably even be spontaneous. Staff knows too much- next it will be the glass. Hell, it probably already IS the glass! Regardless, I've takn the necessary precautions. They won't find anything in my room. I have Treatment Team tomorrow. Somehow, I do not expect to like what I hear at all. Yes, Monday is bound to be a very bad day. Ha! I can't wait! Are you accusing me of sarcasm? How dare you?! I wonder if Staff knew the detailed plan, or just talk of elopement. I need to know so I can render my plans worthless or still usable. Fuck, oh well... NO! NOT "oh well"! If they know about Nay, I'm DEAD. If they know about the plan, then I'm still dead, but not AS dead... I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Things have gotten progressively worse since Wednesday, and tomorrow is fucking Treatment Team! I am, of course, terrified. I'm running out of paper and I've nothing more to say, unless you like to listen to me gripe. So, goodnight.