Diary of the Displaced
“I could guess at how much time has passed since I arrived here, but other than that, I’m lost.It was January, I think. The 8th sounds about right to me, but I’m not sure.I’m trying to write down everything that has happened so far, otherwise this isn’t going to make any sense to anyone but myself, if it even makes sense at all. Not that I’m expecting anyone else to read this, but you never know do you?Do I fill in the previous days with notes, or put it all in today’s entry? I settled on the latter. Thought it would seem disjointed otherwise.So here we go, I guess. Two days agoI remember coming round. It was dark, very dark. I could vaguely make out some shapes around me, but not much else. I was lying on something uncomfortable, or several things. It all seemed to shift and collapse under my weight. My head hurt, and I knew that there were bruises all over me. I could feel them. How I got them, I have no idea.It took a while to get over the initial panic. I scrambled around blindly, ...trying to find something solid other than this mass of crap that was shifting underneath me.MoreLess
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