*Victoria

The next morning, the voices keep whistling in my head. Yesterday I even saw my dead parents sitting on the couch talking to me. They are the people I hated the most in the world. They had ruined my childhood and made me the unhappy person I have become. They deserved to be burned at a burning stake. Good for them if they're dead. And all the others who have hurt me will follow them.

I'm taking a cold shower to calm my spirits down a bit. I'm losing the ball little by little. Maybe I've been crazy for a long time. Maybe it was Lawrence who drove me...