EPT3/1
It’s been 32 days since I first locked myself in the bathroom, unable to get out. My rations have started to run dangerously low. Unable to pay my bills, the water was shut off. The toilet no longer refills and I grow thirsty.
3/2
It finally happened. The mini-fridge I keep in the bathroom has run out of Hot Pockets to microwave. I fear that if I’m not found soon, I’ll have to start digging into my emergency stash of Buttersticks. I was going to save those for a special occasion, but, unfortunately, I don’t have the luxury of waiting for that anymore.
3/3
Tired and hungry, I laid down to rest only to be awoken by Henry, my pet rat, gnawing at my feet. I have no idea how he got out of his cage or how he was still alive, but I realized this precious opportunity that I could not afford to waste. Hunger was a problem, but Henry was a solution. I quickly scribbled down a message for help on some toilet paper and stapled it to Henry before throwing him out the window. I hope to God Henry finds someone and rescues me.
3/4
The phone I had installed next to the toilet rang today, but it was just another prank call from Jeff so I hung up. Does he not understand my predicament, such that he refuses to offer help and instead mocks me?! Does he not comprehend the torment and suffering I have endured throughout this nightmare? What impudence! I turned on the tv to clear my head. When Henry finds help and I’m released from this prison, Jeff’s going to get a VERY unfriendly note in the mail!
3/5
It appears that Henry has been, thus far, unsuccessful in locating help. I found out later, using my laptop and the tracking device I had implanted in Henry, that he was still outside my window. “He’s formulating a plan of action!” I thought. But alas, this was not the case. As I peeked out the window, I saw my old friend, bloody and lying dead on the sidewalk. My heart wrenched and I started tearing up. Nobody passing by even thought to check on poor Henry’s condition. I threw curses and epithets at them for their inconsiderance, but this only served to hasten their walking pace. With Henry gone, I knew my chances of ever being found were slim, at best.
3/6
This will be my last entry, diary. The toll that Henry’s death has taken on my health, along with the lack of nutrition has rendered me too weak to survive another day. My health has declined significantly and I fear that I haven’t much time left for this world. If anybody finds this online diary entry, tell my story. Tell my story about the man who died because society couldn’t take it upon themselves to help him out during his greatest time of need.
