Todd's going crazy. He finally hit the breaking point. I think the noise got to him. He broke down in screams and demanded we be let free or he would kill himself. So I rounded something up and tied him to the bed. He's right behind me, screaming his head off. He might be trying to drown out the noise. I don't have the heart to tell him it can't be drowned out. It would be better to let him keep at least part of his hopes up. But he'll figure out soon. After his voice gives out, I'm sure. It happened to me the same way.
I guess we'll end up exactly the same. I started off just like him: confused and worried. But I learned to live with it... Nobody's looking for me, nobody remembers me, and nobody cares anymore. I warned Todd it would be bad, but I don't think he understands how bad. I can't explain it to him in words. I guess I'll just have to let him see for himself.
Be right back. Todd's stopped screaming.
I think his voice finally gave out. He HAS been screaming for a little more than 12 hours straight. I think most of it's out of his system now. He promised not to do anything that would kill either of us, so I untied him. You know, he looks pretty much ready to cry. It's depressing. Unlike me, however, he can get a real hug instead of those fake doll hugs.
Oh my. Todd just tried to tell me he'd be in the other room, and almost nothing came out of his mouth. He had to write down what he was trying to say. But that reminds me. I'm going to go make Todd some broth then go join him in whatever he's doing. He looks like he needs some company.