一回到牢房，「挾控」阿霞問我剛才跟看守去了哪裡。
阿霞被調來這個牢房不久，我悄悄教她寫字、學英文，我們相處的很好。
我一告訴她，她馬上擔憂的說：「你真以為共產黨會給你伸冤？你知道嗎？看守、包括三大隊教導員一直明明白白對我們『挾控』說：『法輪功的人不聽話你們就打她們！』」
別的「挾控」也告訴過我這件事情。
被關押人員背地裡稱三大隊教導員「黑社會的皇太后」，說她心狠手辣、說話下流。
我對阿霞說：「我不是指望共產黨給我伸冤，只是認為自己作為大法弟子應該任何時候都敢說真話、捍衛真理。」
「如果他們報復您怎麼辦？」
「我已經將這些置之度外。」
吃過晚飯後，我仍感覺非常疲勞、虛弱，坐在牢房的小凳子上都感覺想暈倒。
我只得靜靜坐著，一邊想想怎麼寫。
晚上九點，我必須動筆了。
我向值班看守要紙，她只給了我三張。我請她多給點，她說夠了，你不必寫那麼多，你身體虛弱，應該早點上床休息。
她的話讓我想笑。她們每晚都剝奪我大量睡眠時間、甚至不許我睡，唯獨今晚她們希望我越快上床越好。
牢房裡沒有桌子，我坐在小塑料凳上，趴在鐵床上寫。
看守頻頻走進牢房或走到牢房窗邊叫我：「別寫了，夠了。」
我不理會她，一個勁埋頭寫。
三張紙寫完後我又叫看守給，她又只給我兩張。
寫完後我又叫她給。
午夜來時，我虛弱的連筆都握不住了，手在發抖，大腦一片空白，我要暈過去了！
我趕緊把頭趴在床上歇一會兒，心裡拚命鼓勵自己：堅持住啊！！堅持住啊！！你不能在這麼關鍵的時刻暈過去啊！！快寫啊！！清晨很快就到了！！
我聚起所有的力氣，把頭抬起來，攥緊筆又開始寫。
我一刻沒停的寫了整個晚上。寫完十七頁證詞時，已是第二天清晨七點。（待續）
(英文對照)
Xia asked me where I had been as soon as I came back to the cell.
Xia had lately been sent to the cell to watch me. I taught her English and writing behind the guards’ back. We got along very well.
She said worriedly after I told her, “Do you really expect the CCP to redress the wrong for you? Do you know? — the guards, including the Third Brigade chief, have always been telling us watching-inmates blatantly, ‘Beat those Falun Gong if they are not obedient!’”
Some other watching-inmates had also told me the same thing.
The inmates called the Third Brigade chief “mob queen” behind her back, saying she was evil, ruthless, and spoke obscene language.
“I’m not counting on the CCP to redress the wrong for me. I just think that as a Dafa practitioner, I should dare to speak truthfully and safeguard Truth under any circumstances,” I said to Xia.
“What if they take revenge on you?”
“I take no thought of that.”
After dinner, I still felt exhausted and faint.
I had to sit quietly on the tiny plastic stool for a while, meanwhile pondered how to write.
When 9:00p.m. came, I had to start writing.
When I asked the night guard to give me some paper, she only gave me three sheets. When I asked for more, she said, “It’s enough. You don’t have to write so much. You are weak; should go to bed earlier.”
Her words made me feel like laughing. While they had constantly deprived me of sleep, tonight they wanted me going to bed as early as possible.
Sitting on the tiny plastic stool, I used the bunk as desk (There was no desk in the cell).
The guard frequently came into the cell or went up to the cell window telling me, “Stop writing. Enough.”
I ignored her, just focused on writing.
When the three sheets of paper were spent, I asked the guard to give me more. She only gave me two sheets.
When the two sheets were spent, I asked her for more…
When midnight came, I was so weak I couldn’t even hold the pen, my hands were shaking, my mind turned all blank, and I was ready to faint!
I immediately rest my head on the bunk for a little while, desperately encouraging myself in my heart, “Hold on!! Hold on!! You can’t faint at such a critical moment!! Carry on writing!! Daybreak is coming soon!”
Gathering up all my strength, I lifted my head, clutched the pen and resumed writing.
Non-stop, I wrote the whole night. When I finished writing seventeen pages of my testimony, it was already 7:00a.m. next day.
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