Disclaimer: See chapter1.
Dear diary.
5 June 2066
Okay. This is strange. I didn't mention it in here before but last month I had a headache. Not something to worry about, right? Took some meds for it after Scotty boy had me pinned up against a wall. I was a bit snappish I guess. Something I'm not use to but I didn't realize that I was snapping at everyone. Really. I didn't know. Then I got another one just a few days ago. When I used my meds, which Gordon had put in my room for me, it was just gone.
So here I am. My head spinning around and my eyes doing the strangest things to me. Twisting, blurring, fading, screens going bright and then dim again, pain shooting through them every now and then, numbness, heavy, things melting into one and getting tired without warning. Not fun I tell you. Oh, and I'm hanging on to a very thin thread of my sanity.
I'm talking to my friend I've met on the internet, taking it all out through our messages. Asking why? Talking just nonsense and wondering when my poor friend is going to get tired of my rambling. I mean she's been putting up with my madness for quite some time. Heavens knows if she ever found out what I do for a living and why I'm going way off the track at times.
Hell, I want to tell her everything. From the start. What I do, where I go, for how long, everything. But with the job I do I can't even really talk of it here. Yes, I've spoken of the rescue but anyone could have saved that little girl. So even if this book is found one day they wouldn't really know. Would they?
I'm heading to bed now. Maybe tomorrow I'll be okay. Gordon is watching me through the window. I'm going to have to kill him first before he starts sniffing around my room to see what I'm doing. Hopefully he thinks I'm doing some work on my book. So here I go.