Prologue
This diary belongs to
Rehema
23 February
I’m not writing the year, because I have no idea when today is. But also, because, I don’t remember when all this started. It’s been a blur for a while and I have only began absorbing it. It might be a blur a while again for me. I just wanted a copy of what has been going on, out in the world somewhere.
To anyone who might find me. May my story, however impossible it may seem, may it help you whenever.
Even as I get ready to die. Die a very painful death.
