ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴱᴺᵀ ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ — ᴿᴱᶜᴼᴹᴹᴱᴺᴰᴱᴰ ¹⁶⁺ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ, ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ, ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉʳʸ. 

09/06/1980

Dear Diary,

Yes, Trevor, you have to write that I'm dictating this to you too. Did you write that too? Oh, come on, stop it. (She's laughing now.)

Dear Diary,
I'm not the one writing. Trevor is writing while I dictate. I have a lot to tell you, as usual. Let's start with Monday, when my nonstop screaming sessions officially began.

I was still waiting for Jenny to come back, I'd started tapping my nails against the window, waiting to see her come out of that damn underground floor. So I got up and planted myself right in front of my favorite banana man. (Favorite banana man?)

I kept asking him when Jenny was coming back and he goes, "Who?" And that's when I started screaming nonstop. (I can confirm, she sounded like a siren.) No words, just noises. Some other banana men came over, but I wasn't even listening to what they were trying to tell me, I just kept screaming, until Trevor came out into the hallway too and tried to make me stop. (Obviously, I failed.)

They took me away, because there's no way someone isn't going to give me what I want, if Jenny wasn't coming back to the fourth floor, then I was going to her. It wasn't a great plan. Trevor wasn't happy. (I should've stopped her sooner.)

Some asshole on the underground floor, while I was still screaming, because no, I didn't stop for the entire trip down there, actually had the nerve to tell me, "Let's see if you're still such a smartass after this." They threw me into the water, they held my head down so I couldn't come back up. So obviously I started screaming underwater, which wasn't exactly a great move on the banana men's part... I don't know how long I was underwater, but when I woke up I was lying by the pool. Some idiots were taking pictures of me. Sure, take pictures of an unconscious girl, idiots...

When they grabbed me and dragged me into another room, I caught a glimpse of Jenny, as soon as I started screaming for the millionth time, she turned around and started screaming too, without taking her eyes off me. Girl code. You can tell we love each other.

Anyway, it turned out to be a fucking terrible idea, because the second pool, at first glance, looked like the water was boiling, then some bones floated up to the surface...
It was full of piranhas.
And I mean, fine, whatever, but they can't ruin my face.
They threw us in together. Again and again. (I hate writing this.)
Jenny and I were down there for about three straight days of experiments, my uniform is decorated like Trevor's now. We match...

My regeneration only takes a few hours... And you can tell I'm not the one writing this... because right now I'm missing a few pieces. But like I said, they grow back, so if the banana men were trying to punish me, it didn't work, I bet if I ripped one of their arms off, theirs wouldn't grow back. So who's the one being punished now?

I'd even eat one of their arms out of spite, maybe then they'd stop acting so tough. (???)

When they brought Jenny and me back upstairs, we kept up the screaming sessions. Trevor joined the cause. And a few days later, so did the others who were still on our floor.

Yesterday someone threw some plates against a wall, but I think they were aiming for the banana men. I don't know if it was out of desperation or hunger. (She's hungry and she won't admit it. She's not eating anything.)

No, okay, I'm not hungry, I'm fine. I've just lost my appetite a little, that's all. It's not that weird... (I'd like to bring her favorite food, but she won't tell me what it is. I wouldn't even know how to get it, actually...)

What did you write? (You'll read it when I give your diary back.) Anyway, as you can see, Trevor worries way too much. He's lucky he's cute. (Oh yeah? What else?)

I lost my train of thought... See, Trevor? You're distracting me. I need to update my diary.

(I'll find a way to get her out of here. She's stubborn, but she can't do everything on her own.)

That's all for today, since I can't remember what else I wanted to say.

XOXOXO

Taffy (and Trevor)