LISA
Eternity is a bitch.
That's the conclusion I've come to, after being locked in this room.
Living forever, with nothing ever changing? That's enough to drive anyone crazy. No wonder that asshole vampire is the way he is.
Sometimes, I think I've been awake for days; other times, I think I've been asleep for longer. My meals don't seem to come at any consistent time, and Marisol's temper fluctuates every time I see her.
Today, she's cold, nearly throwing the tray in my direction.
Cold soup splatters. The strawberries look wilted. Still, no utensils to make my life easier.
At this point, I'm used to the filth of living here, and even the disgrace of utilizing a waste bucket.
Still, compared to before…
It's pretty good.
That crazy vampire hasn't returned, and I'm never going to complain about his absence.
