Dear diary,

  My head hurts. The whispers are too much. They tell me things and I forget them just as quickly.

  The cocoon broke open today, there was a baby inside. It didn't have a heartbeat. But it opened its eyes, I know those eyes. They're the ones that's been following me. The ones that's been looking at me. The ones that's been making fun of me. I hate them.

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  What do I do diary? Bitsy and Gina are acting just like mommy did. They like the baby more than me. Why?

  I tried to run away but the barrier's already up. When did that happen?

  Where are Goodman and the doggies?

  My head hurts.

  Love,

  Tina