They found my diary JT. They stole my personal diary and read it. I got called before the Smiths, all of them and they demanded to know what right did I have to say what I wrote in my personal diary. I was put on restriction, I had to have everything approved before I could do anything, even going to the latrine. They took my clothes away and gave me this paper gown and paper slippers. I had to eat bread and water for a long time. I was made to scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush and a bottle of cleanser. They wouldn’t let me sleep until I scurubbed the entire floor. I don’t know how many days I had to do this. After awhile one Key thought I wasn’t’ contrite enough so I had to scrub all the toilets with my toothbrush and cleanser until he was satisfied they were clean. I never could satisfy him JT. I didn’t get much sleep for a long time. and whenever a kid used the toilet I had to rescrub that toilet. The Keys aren’t human. They appear human on the outside, but inside they are unfeeling montsters.
I don’t understand. I thought I had rights, a right to privacy. It says so right in their rulebook they are so quick to quote to me all the time. They have no right to treat me this way. They were wrong to read my diary without my permission but I got punished.
There’s stuff going on that just isn’t right. There’re people walking around looking like zombies. They talk funny too, slur their words and spittle comes out of their mouths. There’s other guys here that act weird, all shaking and grimacing and grunting all the time. You ought to hear them grunting, it’s disgusting.
Something’s wrong with the long term lockes here JT. They get called in the middle of the night. The Keys come and take them from the barracks and they come back a week later with their eyes glazed over and get this, they don’t remember any of us, our names, nothing.
Then there was a locke who disappeared one night. They did bed check and he couldn’t be found. They searched everywhere and the next day the head Smith came from the Quarters and I had my first strip search. They took me in a room, had me strip off my clothes, then examined every hole, every crevice in me. Poked me up my bum they did,. I wouldn’t let them, but they bent me over and poked their finger in me and felt around. The Smith wasn’t gentle about it either.
Later I found out they were looking for drugs. I don’t do drugs JT. Never did so why was I being treated like that. I never was so humiliated. I had to give a pee sample. They watched me as I peed in a cup.
What is this place anyway. I never saw the locke who they were looking for. Some of his friends said they saw his parents at the gate and the mother was crying. Everyone was real quiet for a long time.
I don’t know what this place really is, but it’s not a nice place to be in. It looks nice, with plants and gardens and nice walks and the buildings look nice on the outside, but inside they’re really snake pits.
There’s a smell I can’t descirbe but it makes me sick. It’s worse in the latrines, which by the way, the toilets are always leaking and overflowing. We get promised they’d get fixed but they never do.
I didn’t want to take a shower. The showers got mold growing all over inside. plus they stink. I got threatened with the treatment, whatever that means, if I didn’t shower reguarly. I shower every day now cuz one of the lockes told me it’s better to obey no matter what.
The Keys aren’t very nice anymore. They use subtle threats and hidden intimidation to get their way. If I still don’t hop to it fast enough, I’ll get the treatment, whatvever that means. I’m starting to be afraid of what that means. I see the biggest bully quiet down when threatened with the treatment. Then there’s the Royal treatment and no one will even tell me a hint of what that might be.
I’m scaerd JT. If the people who sent me here really knew what goes on here, but what if they do and they still send kids like me here.
Scared JT, scared.
Locke