Dear Diary. Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say, ‘I’m fine. Thank you. Yes. Much better.’ I will no longer be the girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through.

I was supposed to grow up. Decide if I want to have kids and start a family. Grow old. I was supposed to have a lifetime of those choices, and now it’s all gone. I don’t want to be a vampire. I never wanted to be one.