I think I've gone insane. Sure, writing these journals was supposed to keep that from happening, but I think learning that I caused my death to come quicker pushed me over the edge. I say this because Peter Brownrigg is in my cell right now, hanging about in the back flipping a coin and trying to guess which side will come up.
He came right after the guard gave me my “breakfast”, which I still haven't eaten. I'm starving, but I know it's better to be starving then eat that food. For all I know, they've probably poisoned it. Anyway, once the guard left I turned around to see that he was standing right behind me, smiling. Needless to say, I was utterly shocked and my brain didn't get it for a minute. Once I wrapped my head around the event, I did what one would expect someone to do to someone who made all my plans fall apart and indirectly sent me to my death in this cell: I punched him in the face. Or, at least, I tried to. My fist went right through his head, as if he were a ghost.
I didn't really think about how that could be possible at that moment, I was too angry for that. Instead I simply said through gritted teeth “Why are you here?”
“To mock and torture you until your execution day since you're only going to die a quick and painless death.” Peter answered. “Shall I start now?”
I didn't say anything.
“Well, I was going to start whether you said 'yes' or 'no' anyway,” he said, “I'll start with a big one: Did you know that Kit and I were going to be killed by the road gang that robbed us but you scared them off when you arrived? Your own eagerness to kill us was exactly what saved us. If you came a minute later, I'd be dead.”
“NO NO NO! You're lying to me!” I screamed at him, “You're just trying to get under my skin! That's not what happened!”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself, don't believe the truth.” With that, Peter went to the back of my cell and sat down, every half hour getting back up again to tell me what else I did wrong, or just brag about how two young teenagers, one of them a girl, were able to defeat me. It was awful.
This continued all day. The only time Peter went away was when a guard came to give me my dinner. When the guard arrived, Peter disappeared. When the guard left, Peter came back to haunt me.
Only one more day until death, I can't wait!
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