PROLOGUE
September 4th, 2021
If you’re holding this journal in your hands right now and are reading these very words, there’s a good chance I’m dead.
My name is Emily Jane Collins, but my friends just call me MJ. Yeah yeah, I know what you’re probably thinking… MJ like the hot redhead from that one Marvel movie. Classic Hollywood bullshit if you ask me. A gangly white boy turned into a bonafide superhuman hottie by some freak accident arachnid bite? I mean get real, people. Let’s spend two hours on something other than melting your neurons down into a slimy, pathetic pulp. We live in the real world here, I suggest you start living in it.
Fuck. Sorry. Here I go again, off on one of my tangents. I’m supposed to be working on being “less reactive” or some other bullshit word according to Doctor Cornell. Let’s start again, shall we?