Alina's Diary (4)

How long has it been that I'm down here? How did I get here? Where is this place and why am I here? My memory feels so blurry - As if I had always been here, forever. Even my hair is slowly turning white. I remember my name, and I remember my life. But I also remember a different name, and a different life, and it feels like the line between her and me is blurring the longer I stay here. - Alina