Chapter 3... Mia's Journal
Dear Journal,
I find myself trapped in my own skin. Like my soul doesn't belong here. Something is scratching inside me, but I feel like it's someone, not something.
I'm still dreaming of that man. The man who chases me in the woods. It's a blurry, surreal dream. Like I've described before, the man chases me through the woods, and is shouting "Poppy" at me. I run and run, but the ground cuts my bare feet. I look down, and my skin is cut to ribbons. I start screaming and crying as i try to run, but just befoer I wake up, he grabs me. I've never been able to see his face, and the whole dream has never been very clear, anyway.
But something has changed the past few nights. The dream has become a lot more vivid. It started off with just the images in my mind becoming clearer. Then I could smell the rotting leaves in the woods, the smell of burning and smoke. Then the pain started. I could feel every broken twig, stone, cinder from the fire driving into my skin. I could feel the blood leaking from veins.
Then last night I saw his face.
When I'm running I'm terrified. But last night, when I saw his face, I wasn't scared anymore. I was safe. Last night was the first time in a while I hadn't waken up screaming. In fact, I'd felt better than I ever have done.
The weirdest thing is that I was Mr. and Mrs. Morrison today. I didn't talk to them becasue they had Terena with them, and I know they don't want me to get involved with her, which is ok by me, I guess. They are her parents now after all. But back to the point, I had a good look at Terena. She's a redhead, like me. But she had his face. His. The man from my dream. I'm starting to think that I'm remembering him. The guy from my one night stand. Maybe Dr. Tress is right. Maybe all my memories are slowly coming back to me. Maybe my random, unexplainable case of amnesia is going away.
I'll write again tomorrow no doubt. Jake's parents are convinced theres a ghost in the house and they have "friends of friends" coming over. It will be interesting, I'm sure.
Mia Waisell, aged 24, location: still my crappy Wisconsin apartment, thought of the moment: still Dublin at heart. x
