This face…
… It's not mine…
… It's not the face I remember as Erin…
… That mirror, the face it showed…
… That's the Erin I remember. So who is this?
Wait.
I looked down at his abdomen, and my mind froze.
Dead.
This child is dead.
Then…
Wait, no, this can't be real.
No.
It can't.
It just can't be.
That's right. This is probably the creature—whatever it is—trying to mess with my head.
This isn't real.
It just can't be real.
Crack!
I saw flames.
And then…
Scatter!
Everything before me shattered into pieces like glass, and the next thing I knew…
I was…
… here.
My diary.
I looked at the book in front of me.
It was the same book I had written many of my thoughts in, back when I was little.
Sigh.
I looked around the room.
It was the room I had lived in as a child, at least before… the incident.
