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. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    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