Dear Diary,

My name is Serena Yin. At least, that's the name I've been given. I haven't dared to write in a real journal in so long, partly out of fear that I'll miss something and he'll find it. But when I figured out a way to make a journal on my notebook, I thought that maybe I could feel safe knowing its password protected and that my hard drive's security's been replaced and updated, thanks to Alice and the IT guys from her work. I know it's their job to keep him from tracking me down but the tears in my eyes kept coming anyway. I'm grateful to them and to you, Diary. You know, better than anyone, why I'm so grateful to Alice and everyone, but I've never said why I'm so thankful for you. You're like the one constant I rely on; you keep me sane even inside a circle of fire, like the eye of a storm. Having you with me feels like nothing ever happened, like it was just a bad dream and I'm never going to dream it again. I know it's not a dream, that it happened, but I keep hoping it'll never happen again. Somehow though, I think that kind of wishful thinking is the kind that's going to bite me in the ass one day.