Dear Diary,
I don't know what I was expecting, but this was definitely not it. The house is huge, and Phil is so nice. I keep waiting for the next shoe to drop. I know it will.
Less than an hour after arriving in my new home, I was panicking and making a disaster of my new life. I couldn't even tell Dr. Roberts what I thought of his kindness and generosity. Luke bundled me off to take a nap, and of course, I had another nightmare.
This one started off the same as the others. I was in the dark, and then surrounded by all of their dead bodies, with Volto and my father laughing at me in the distance. I dropped to my knees to touch Kota's face, trying to fix his glasses and begging for him to wake up. As soon as my fingers made contact, his skin turned brittle and began to flake away. A gust of wind surrounded us and I could do nothing but watch in horror as my boys, my family, crumbled to dust and were swept away. I curled up on the floor and screamed.
Which was exactly how I woke in my new bed. I'm pretty sure that I caused damage to Luke's eardrums. Why do I have to be so scared? I have fought my whole life, and never gave into the fear, so why now? It's paralyzing. I don't want to be like this, but how can I change it? I don't even know when I'm zoning out until I'm back again. Maybe I should talk to Echo. Dr. Sean thinks it would help.
I'm tired of feeling like this.
