They said that I can post here, to try to figure out my feelings.
I woke up for the first time in what Birch says is about a year and a half. I remember him, and I remember Alex. It was just the three of us, although he said that things have changed a lot. Things have changed everywhere. I learned we moved out of country for a year, and they completely ignored going to post secondary school. We have no job even and are on the equivalent of welfare?!
They threw out all my clothes and completely erased me from existence. Birch said that's that's what happens to corpses, they are mourned, then they're thrown away and forgotten. I... died? But somehow am living. It's just my luck really. I can never die. I'm the immortal girl. He said they mourned me though, I guess that sort of makes me feel better.
I have no idea what to do now. I don't want their disgusting failure of a life, and I don't really want my life back either. I don't even want my name, or the name that they called me, so I guess I'll chose a new one. Changing a name doesn't change a person, it can't erase my past, but maybe it can give me a new beginning.
-Night (previously The Other)