Dear Stranger,
The alien initiated contact. I repeat: the alien initiated contact. And actually, he was surprisingly human. But that's all probably just an act. He shook my hand and told me his name is Darien and that he's interning here. He was apparently swamped with work so that's why he couldn't introduce himself properly earlier. He has a really nice voice, too. The kind you'd force to read long works of literature like Homer's The Odyssey. Now that I got to stare at him without having to pretend I wasn't, I realize that there is something familiar about him, but I have no idea what. Oh well. No use agonizing over it. If I knew him then I'm sure he would've mentioned it.
So anyhow, Darien told me that Doctor Menendez (the white parasite that's in charge of me) would be calling my parents in tomorrow to discuss treatment options to prolong my life. I don't think I want to though. What's the point? I mean, they don't even know what it is yet, but they're certain I'm going to die soon. Death is death…I'm going to die eventually one way or another. I don't see why I should try to escape it if it's impossible. Maybe it's just my time to go.
More news: my boyfriend finally came to see me today, even though it's been almost a week and a half since I got here. I was happy to see him nonetheless, but I quickly noticed he wouldn't look me in the eyes. The floor was more attractive to him, I guess. Then he told me that I wasn't worth his time, especially since I was stuck in a hospital and dying. He broke up with me.
Darien walked in at that awkward moment, noticed my tears, and yelled at him to get out. Darien came to my side and let me get snot all over his uniform shirt.
Maybe the alien isn't so bad. I still rather have had Oliver there for me, though.
Really needing more of that yummy and delicious chocolate you sent me,
Serena