Essa. That didn't ring a bell at all. It should have. So should the pool of other names. Angie. Greg. Cameron. Whoever else. Delanie didn't even ring a bell until someone said that was my name, my identification.

I didn't have to go to school today. I still needed to recover. But, as long as my memory was full of blanks, I'd never be whole or healed. I'd always be a fragment of 'Delanie West.'

Reading that journal felt like reading a work of fiction. When 'Delanie' talked to her future self, which should have been me, I didn't remember anything she said I should have.

Lying on 'my' bed, my gaze directed towards the ceiling, I felt so lost and alone, so empty. I didn't want 'my' family in 'my' room, but they kept coming in and out, almost like an annoying bug buzzing about.

Everything felt like too much. My head felt like it was about to explode. This wasn't fair.

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-Sarah