I am so stiff from sitting up in this chair. Patrick came and questioned me, shot me and left. There was nothing he could do to get the answers from me that he wanted. He stomped out, promising to be back. Since then I have been sitting here, alone in the chair. No one has come to visit since he shot me and the nurse tended to me... But it has been nice to be able to move around. I was certain that they would have the witch come back and pretend to put me under, but they didn't. I think they were scared that his shot had enraged me to the point of escape. Stupid of them really, because I could escape right now if I wanted... But there is no guarantee that I could make it out of the house. I have no idea what is beyond this door and even though I am a strong fighter, there is only so many p
