A Work In Progress

PROLOGUE

It had been a few weeks when they brought him in. The room had been empty for a while; I know this because I had checked in every day hoping that maybe its space would once again be occupied.

It's hard being alone, especially with ones thoughts. You can find yourself spiralling, never knowing where your brain will take you next, possibly to a childhood memory or an embarrassing moment which you'd rather forget. Before the arrival I had had many of these experiences, endless nights watching the clock tick past yet another hour. Time never seemed so slow than when watching that small clock with its small hands dancing from second to second.

My name is Sarah for those that wish to know it. It seems quite strange to introduce oneself to a notebook but in a way it's like making a friend, preparing them for the stories and secrets to be told. From the way I write here you most likely are already forming an image of me in your head. Let me make a guess at some of the words that I'm sure are floating around in your brain, 'posh', 'snob', 'sad'. But rest assured readers, I am quite ordinary, my writing just reflects that of my previous title as an English student at college. Well I say ordinary; I'd love to know what ordinary really meant. I'd love to say that my life up to the point of writing this had been completely normal. But as I have experienced, life has a funny way of making our wishes fall at the feet of reality.