Something Real In Hell

Diary Entry #5 Twenty-one years later?

I've counted about six hundred forty-nine million, seven hundred seventy-two thousand, and eight hundred twenty-five seconds. Which means I've been stuck like this for about twenty-one years. Because there's eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day and three hundred fifty-six days in a year. Not that any of this really matters. I've learnt French, Spanish, German, and Japanese. I got bored of the library, so I decided to just walk around until I found a different one. I'm not in New York anymore. I think I'm in Wisconsin. I don't really remember.

I lost track of, well, you can't really call it time. I'm not in denial, I've just accepted my non-fate of being stuck in whatever this is. I haven't left America yet, but I might as well. There isn't a reason not to. There isn't a current and water doesn't exactly move. I could swim there since I don't get tired anyway. Maybe things will be different there. I doubt it, but there's no reason not to hope so.

Since my conscious is all I really have, I've developed this split thinking sort of thing. Even when I read I've gotten accustomed to counting while doing so. After my fourth entry I gave up on writing because there wasn't much of a use to it and I knew I would run out of things to write about very quickly.  I'm writing now just for the heck of it. I don't remember much from before all this, but there was this one day that I do remember quite well. It was the day I met my best friend, Mila Luiff. I think I mentioned her a few times in previous entries.

I had run away from home at about eleven years old because my parents kept fighting over dumb little things and it made me angry. I ended up at a park that was pretty far away from the apartment building I lived in and that's where I met her. We ended up talking until it got dark and she convinced me to go back home. If I hadn't listened to her I probably would've died on the streets long before all this happened and maybe that would've been better, but what happened, happened.