The writing is inscribed inside a plain black and what looked to be a newly purchased diary. The handwriting would be written neatly and would have took sometime to write.

Serene.
Far from it. My shrink told me that writing my thoughts and feelings down in this book of nothing, would help. But it hasn't.
I've just came back, to Hathian. I moved to Argentina seeking a better life than here,but it failed. The gang, some gang.. tried to get me into Trafficking over there and tried to make me their bitch, I luckily ran away from the brothel they was locking me away in. But they wasn't finished. Far from it. They sent a voice message to Roo, my best friend.. telling her that I had died, died? what? She didn't believe it was me when I messaged her, telling her that it was a lie, and that they wanted to fake my death,they wanted me.

Thats the only time anyone has wanted me.

I haven't seen her yet, but I plan to. I've joined the force again, I'm still sat here asking myself why? why, would I want to join the department that ruined my life, and made me the bitch I am today. I need the money, it's not bad pay, and.. I've grown fond of a few people there. It's where I met Roo, I can remember the exact day when she approached me as a Rookie, and I wasn't in the mood at all, I wasn't interested in what she had to say, but then.. here I am, aching to see her and I'm the Rookie. Funny how things can switch around.

I'm thinkin' of stopping all these meds, I can't keep up with it. But if I stop, I don't know what I will do. And i won't be sane. Far from it.