Saturday, November 9, 2014
Dear Diary,
I was in an accident today with time, I'm writing this at the hospital.
I was making some mac and cheese, therefore it sat in the microwave for a minute and a half. There was a knife on the counter and I didn't notice it into it had sunk its tip into my belly. I spun around and it was silent. I glanced at the timer at the microwave, it was still. At the same time, I spun around aprubtly and a sharp pain shot through my stomach.
I brought my hand to where it was and blood was smeared all over it. I shook violently before I sunk to the white-tiled floor. The next thing I knew I was being contained in a white room.
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