The disappearances started 67 years ago. The first victim was 10 year old, Madeline Thorn. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer when she was 8 and had been at the hospital ever since. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Madeline, except for the fact that she had hope.
They say that every victim that has ever disappeared over the years has always remained hopeful in whatever situation they were in.
The next year, it was 27 year old Daniel West. He too had hope, even though he knew that his disease was incurable and would eventually kill him.
So now whenever a patient has hope, we all hold our breaths every 11th of the 7th.
Athena Waters. My name, it sounds so surreal whenever anybody says it, it sounds like the girl I used to be before I was confined to a wheelchair, when I was full of life and hope and happiness. Always running, playing, walking. How I wish I could go back to that Athena. But 10 years is a long time to wish and eventually you lose hope. I can't remember much about my life before the hospital, I guess 6 years isn't long enough to appreciate freedom when you have it. So be glad and live everyday like it's your last, because you never know what's around the corner.
But I should never have lost hope, because it's all about to change, and not having hope could kill you. But then again, hope is what brings us all together and hope is what pulls us all apart again. It makes us disappear and it makes people forget.