The lawyer was very difficult to watch, I felt so bad for him; but only when I read his journal did I realize the extremity of his emotions. I was one of his watchmen. I watched him write this page early in the morning in his lodge where the lighting was super dim, the walls were all a grey color, and his desk was the only thing he continually used. I shall let you read just the little bit he wrote about the first day of his fifth year. Since you are reading a copy of his writing, I shall include some details you will not be able to see in parentheses.
“It is the fifth year of my solitary confinement. Each day is becoming more of a struggle. I long for the feeling of the grass on my feet, the breeze blowing in my face, the embrace of my family, and the sight of Jennifer. Jennifer, is in fact the only thing that keeps me within the confines of this horrid lodge. I long to have a good life with her, and the money this will bring me will in fact help me pay for anything she could ever desire. Why did I let my pride get in the way? I could have finished my time in this lodge today, but no, I had to make it 15 years! (His tears are now visible on the page). Anyway, I must be strong and press on. The struggle within my mind is the hardest. The silence is so thick and almost causes a stabbing sensation. I long to see other people, or hear someone else say just a word. I did not realize how much I loved to be in the company of...