Dear Diary,
Greetings. It is nice to meet you. I'm Maricana Graye. I think. That is what it said next to the hospital bed I woke up in. At least I think this a hospital bed. I also found you on the desk next to this bed. I assume you are mine although I'm not completely sure. I'm not sure of anything right now. Not even my name. I truly do hope you can help me. I need someone to talk to. I'm afraid... And alone.
I've been in here for a long time. I'm guessing about 5 hours. I've still seen no one. It truly is dark in here. I wonder why. I feel like I should leave this small room but I'm afraid of what may be beyond these doors. Who knows what may lie in wait? As soon as I leave through those doors I may be exposing myself for the entire world to see. But lying in here may drive me insane. There's no windows. I'm hungry. I need to find someone. I need to get out.
I'm watching the door, hoping for someone to come in to be my rescuer. My knight in shining armor. It has been so long. I doubt anyone will be coming. I wouldn't be surprised if I stay here for the rest of my life until I starve to death. My only chance is leaving through that door. But can I? I must. I must face my fears. Whatever is beyond that door cannot be as terrible as what I feared. I put my ear on the door and there was nothing. Silence.
I'm going through the door. I'll speak to you later.
Sincerely, Maricana