Trapped

oh my goodness where to even begin? im so lost, im so confused. it is dark right now, so dark i can hardly see what im writing.. the telescreen is finally off, so I can write for a few minutes. this morning (maybe it was yesterday morning, i dont even have any track of time now) the thought police came i knew they would i knew they would it was time i had committed thought crime. and Mr. Charrington! when we thought we would get caught, the voice in the telescreen would repeat so. and it was his voice, Mr. Charrington was a thought police! Worst of all, they took Julia. and they beat her i dont know where she is now, i hope she is safe i love her. but I was taken in the back of a truck to this cell where these telescreens are constantly monitoring us. I saw a chinless man and a surly, husky lady and this poor man emaciated, starving to death. where am i? oh no, the screens are turning back on, I cant write anymore or else they will...