Mary-Allison Flagstone
Great, another night I can’t remember. I hate Belzaar. I hate this place so much. The fur blanket is warm though, it’s difficult to come out from underneath it. It’s comforting. Under it, I can hide from the world—Or maybe just Belzaar. Henry might be on to something, telling me to leave the island. ‘What time is it—Time to face the day.
Except…this isn’t my room. It’s familiar like mine, but this is definitely not my room. Too many drinks…with Adam—Oh goodness, is this his room? My shoes lay next to the bed. I’m still in my clothes from last night, no blood this time. At least that’s a good sign. A fog surrounds my memories, why don’t my memories heal after a long night of midnight drinks? Everything else heals in the morning. Even my scratches from two nights ago are fully healed, though it took longer for some reason. An itch at my neck, scratches… from what?