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...