Faye
I’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though it does nothing for my complexion.
I like to keep my hair braided. I like ribbons and other pretty, girly things. I like animals. I like going on long walks on foggy, rainy days.
I smooth my hands over the warm sheets and watch the rain pattering against the window, itching to throw on a coat and walk for miles, and miles, just to feel the slight burn in my legs.
I want Michael to come with me. He’s the only thing taking up space in my head right now. Emelda said she was going to go get hi
