Day 84
Dear Fitzy,
Today I’ve been gone 84 days.
Most of them have been so bad I wonder if I’m living in a nightmare.
Mr. Foller once told me that I have a false perception of reality after I mentioned that I’m not loved by anyone anymore with Honey gone, especially Mom and Dad. “You’re over-exaggerating,” he said. “You’re making it seem that way.”
He basically called me a liar.
But I know that’s not true. Because all of these things I’m about to tell you happened to Sarah too. One day, she’ll tell her own story, to you, to her family, to the world. Here is part of mine. These are the things that have been done to me since day 1:
Kidnapping
Strip-searching, supervised showers
Slapped in face
Hands tied behind my back
No medical care, denied food
Locked in dark room for first three days
Not allowed to shower after I peed my pants
Each thing has cut away from me. Each thing is a scar I’ll always have.
I’ve lost skin. I’ve lost my dignity. They think they broke me, Fitz. Sometimes, I think it too. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover the missing pieces. I wonder if the breaking began before here. If it did, I hope a missing piece is with you.
Rebels Only.
Parker