I am scared to be writing, but I feel that I must. My memory is going away, and I need something to hold on to. I do not have much time. Because the telescreen seems to always be watching me. I want to remember, but it seems like I cannot.
I live in an old run down house. Called victory Mansion. But it is not a mansion at all It smell of old cabbage and there seems to be dust everywhere I look. There is no privacy, but no one has privacy, because Big Brother is ALWAYS watching us. He knows everything. And he sees everything. Through these telescreens, that you never know if they are on or off, you just have to think that they are on all the time.
Each day is a routine, we wake up, have our morning exercises, work and the 2 minute hate. During the two minute hate is where I met the Dark- haired girl. I wanted her, I wanted her so much I couldn’t stand it. But I couldn’t have her. Which made me hate her, so I wanted to kill her. She was an anti-sex officer. Why would such a beautiful girl be against such a great part of life? I wanted her gone, but I also need her. As I sat there watching the hate I realized that she was staring at me. Which made me think that she was a spy. I could have nothing to do with her.
The hate seemed to be a form of mind control; I could not control myself from yelling at the huge telescreen, as was everyone else. We were all controlled by something, and that one thing is fear.
