Welcome back to another blog hop, with #OpenBook. Here’s this week’s prompt.

Dear Diary. Write a diary entry or a letter from your character’s point of view.

I’m cheating a little this week. Largely because my character can’t write. Instead, they have to tell you their story directly. Also, in a serendipitous way, writing this was easy. Largely because it’s a repeat of last weeks Thursday post.

Don’t worry, it will all become clear as you read on.

If you can hear me, I remember…, everything.

I remember the first day of this life, it started with pain, the same way that the last day of my old life ended.

I didn’t realise that it was a new life, not to begin with. It seemed to start only seconds after the end of what must have been my last one. I had slipped into unconsciousness, now I was awake.

I opened my eyes, where was I? The last thing I recalled was the grin on his face, the cold, dark warehouse, the flash of a blade. Where I was now was bright and warm.

“What lovely blue eyes,” said a voice out of my sight. Who was that? We had been alone, it must be paramedics, in which case, I was alive and once I got myself sorted out, I could reveal who the murderer was.

I’d caught him in the warehouse and not waited for backup. My mistake. I had known that as soon as I had been backed into the corner, dodging the blade until I ran out of room.

There was a brief flash of light away to one side, they must be taking photographs of my injuries.

“Where am I?” I shouted, all that came out was an unformed cry.

“Perhaps it’s time for a meal,” said another voice. What were they talking about? Food was unimportant, just get me better, so I can bring him to justice. I had his name, it needed to be told.

I must have been lying down, all I could see was the ceiling, the white strip lights under frosted plastic covers. I tried to move my arms, it felt like I had no control over them. My legs were the same. Had the knife stroke paralysed me? I couldn’t even lift my head.

“Here, let me,” said the first voice.

I felt myself rising, then my face was smothered in flesh.

“Isn’t she a beautiful baby?” said the second voice.

That was where the panic set in.

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All the experts tell you that babies don’t understand. I see it differently. We understand everything, it’s just that we can’t tell you. At first all I could do was scream. “I’m Detective Ian Gisbon. I was killed in October the 15th, 1975, by Harold James Melvin at Hendrix Metals Warehouse.” I shouted it time after time. All my parents and anyone around me heard were screams, they thought I was hungry, wet, dirty or suffering from indigestion.

My parents thought that my screaming meant that I was sick. They took me to see doctors who poked and prodded and told them everything was fine, they were just worried because they were new parents.

But they persisted. In the end, I was sent for brain scans.

“There’s a lot more activity than we would normally expect,” said the doctors. I tried to shout again. “Of course there is, I’m in here and I have a story that needs to be told.”

As time passed, I gained control of my arms and legs, could hold my head up. In frustration, I thrashed him around, repeating my tale even though it was starting to fade him as my mind filled with so many other things.

Finally, I learned that shouting would do me no good. Instead, I quietened down and concentrated on trying to keep the memory alive until the day when I would be able to tell everyone. My parents were relieved that I had seemed to have settled. Now they called me quiet. An old soul, introspective.

I learned to walk, by that time all I could remember was Harold James. By the time I could actually speak, all I could say was Harold. Except it came out as Haral. It became a family joke, my mother wondered where such a word had come from

I couldn’t tell her.

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