~001 - in which Laura has no idea that her diary can be read by others. [TEXT]

Dear Diary,

I never expected for this place to give you back to me. Then again, I never expected all the red curtains to give way to my bedroom, either. I don't know what's weirder...the way it was, or the way it is now. I guess this is better, until everyone starts sounding like they're slurring their words all strange again. Like they're talking backwards, but not really.

I'm starting to really wonder about what my standing here is, Diary. What was that place I just came from? Where the hell am I now? If it was only the waiting room...

I'll tell you one thing: I can't feel BOB around, not at all. Maybe I should pretend like I'm twelve again and cross my fingers for that luck to continue.

Big fat lot of good that will do.

Love, Laura