I. First
1
My name is Adalie Gray, and I'm nineteen years old. It has been approximately fifty-six minutes since I woke up. Today is Sunday, the Sabbath day as my father would call it. My therapist suggested I keep a diary to "write out my feelings", but I'd rather not. I don't know what the date is – only that it's Sunday and my neighbors have left for communion, so I suppose I'll label these with numbers. My family tree is as shown below: my father, my mother and my sister, Rowan. But they're dead. My therapist says I cope by denying any preexisting love I had for them. I'm not a liar.
2
It has been approximately thirty-seven hours and four minutes since I woke up. I want to sleep, but I can't. They're always there, waiting. I see them in my peripherals. My mother, though, she looks the worst. Her eyes have been clawed out, threads of detached flesh left in their place, and she smiles at me like she once did when I was a child. I suppose the scar around her neck doesn't hurt anymore.
2.5
Bella's wedding is this week. Aunt Renée said there would be cake.
3
It has been approximately twelve hours and forty-nine minutes since I woke up. Why does this plane smell like blood?
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