Page 23 of Savage Sacrifice
He reaches for something beside the body and my heart sinks as he lifts a black feather in the air.
Fuck.
The mark of The Crow.
9
POLARIS
Dear Diary,
College was… awesome.
Some parts of the classes I didn’t understand, but it was easy enough to catch up with the books I’ve got. Sure, it’s going to take me a minute to get back up to speed, but I don’t feel like I am completely flunking because of my memory loss.
I’m taking today as a win.
Bianca was complaining all morning before we left for classes, and Foster hid away from the world again, but Ben was nice. He made me a coffee this morning before we headed out the door. He’s majoring in finance apparently, economics and other things that sound really important, but I’m delighted to be deep into understanding how the world works. Not in the physical way, but in the mental capacity. It’s intriguing, and slightly obsessive.
Walking to campus didn’t take too long, and the professor greeted me as soon as I stepped inside. He mentioned he had heard about the accident and was glad I was okay. A girl beside me called Rose was also happy to see me, and I spent the rest of the day with her.
Now, my bed is covered in books and learning material that I need to go over for a test tomorrow, and I’m kind of excited about it.
Today was the fresh start I was hoping for.
I might not remember anything around me, but it’s quickly becoming familiar.
Home doesn’t feel so strange today. I remembered where the mugs were and which drawer was for the cutlery, and I’m even going to pop to the grocery store in the morning with the others because our shelves are looking bare.
Apparently, I’m here on a scholarship. One that covers more than I thought possible, but at least I don’t need to worry about a job while I’m studying. Not like Rose, she works at the cafe two blocks over. I’m going to try and head that way tomorrow morning to say hi.
That’s what friends do, right?
They make an effort with each other, and go out of their way to make their day.
That’s what I’m aiming for, at least.
Sleep didn’t come as easy as I had hoped last night, so I’m absolutely exhausted today, but I’m hoping that will help wipe me out in an hour or so.
What am I worried about today?
I’m concerned that Bianca is going to forever be a bitch. She glares at me at all times and I’m starting to think it has nothing to do with the accident.
I’m worried today was a fluke and I won’t be able to do the same tomorrow.
I’m nervous that I’m out of my depth.
I’m petrified that I’m still missing something. Today was the best it could have been, but it felt like someone was missing, or maybe something, I don’t know. All I know is my heart aches at random moments of the day and I wish it would stop.
I’m scared I’m never going to find it.
Maybe I should be easier on myself. Writing everything down definitely helps me realize that.
Since today went well, I’m going to try those affirmations again.
I am powerful enough to find a solution to my problems.
I am kind enough to deal with other people’s poor behavior.
