January 11th

Dear Diary,

I think we left off when I was on my way to this cold place. It's so empty, and I'm all alone. I only have a metal bed, a small bedside table, and a chair in the corner. The people here stripped me of my clothes and forced a thin, beige gown over my head. I'm not allowed to wear shoes or any jewelry.

     They told me I couldn't put my hair in a bun or braid or ponytail, I could only leave it down. They forcefully took my makeup off with no hesitation, telling me I must be shown in my raw appearance. They snapped my picture when I wasn't ready, and printed a card with my name on it, along with a patient number and room number. Now, the only things in this room besides the furniture are you, my ID card, and a paper guide.

Hawk Eye Living Sanitarium Rules and Guidelines:
- Only shower once every three days for 10 minutes
- No makeup or appearance-enhancing products
- No outside clothes
- Only one outside item allowed
- Visitor day is only on Sunday and for no longer than 45 minutes
- No one who has been admitted to another sanitarium or to Hawk Eye Living may visit you
- You must allow searches of your living quarters after every visiting day
- Lights out is strictly at 10:30
- No one is allowed outside of their living quarters after lights out
- Locks will be placed on your doors after 10:15

     The rules are so strict. I can't see anyone, and it kills me. I only have you. My stars are all dim today, without a question. My own family put me in here. I can't believe it. It's like they wanted to get rid of me.

    They don't seem to understand that I'm still me. I haven't changed! I'm still the same Emma Cattry! Just not the Emma that they've thought they knew... wow... they really thought they knew me. They really think that the me they see now isn't me. Well guess what, Mom? Guess what, Dad? Guess what, Abi?

     I'm still me.

     I hope they'll learn to see that. My inspector is coming, I'll write to you later.

I'll be here,
Emma