Dear Diary,
Today is my first day of really living after waking up from my 1 year coma. I don't know anyone, or even me save for my name, and I can tell no one really cared for me. No one was there for me when I woke up. Not friends or family. I was a little lonely but Dr. Osamu was there for me. For some reason though everyone I would pass buy would say some mean things about me and whispering them to each other. Was a really bad person before I lost my memory? An odd thing happened though. I was sitting in my hospital room after walking around Ikebukuro and a blonde man wearing a bartender suite same to visit. He only sat there, staring at me for almost 15 minutes. I was about to ask hi what was wrong but he said something first, "You deserve what ever got you into that coma. I hope you rot in Hell flea." Leaving before I could say anything. I felt pain strike me in my heart as he left though and I'm confused as to why. Oh well. I decided that I'll go to wherever I lived, pack up and move out. I don't know where I'm going but I hope It's someplace better. What's the point in staying if everyone hates me, or isn't even going to listen to me. I think it's better to start fresh.
Thanks for listening, Izaya Orihara
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Amnesiac Diary
أدب الهواةIzaya has been in a coma for about a year but now he is up and about and ready to start fresh. Izaya's diary will tell us his small adventures through starting new and his thoughts and feelings. Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and my O...
