The demons

August 18th 1954

As I was writing away yesterday the warden came, his baton clashed against the cell doors of the other inmates slowly getting to mine. To make sure these entries get seen I must keep them hidden until the right time comes or all hope for my reputation and innocence will be lost.

As I was saying...After that night I woke up to my mother and father knelt beside me, covered in sweat i searched helplessly for their voices but their words stayed consistently blurred. My mothers hand gently stroked my cheek but in that moment the room faded even further from my vision; I was now stood on a road, it made no sense, it was night again...umdernethe my bare feet lay a cold pool of blood. I followed the small stream until I got to a car and I saw a mangled body impailed by multiple branches, yes...it was my mother.

I looked in to her grey lifeless eyes, I tried to scream but no noise could be heard, all I could do was cry in disbelief, no! She was just with me in my room, she is still alive! This is just another nightmare, snap out of it Cara! After grasping at those words for comfort my arms flew around wildly and I managed to catch my mothers arm, her gentle words soon soothed my rashness as I was wrapped in her embrace.

So, could this have been a long nightmare conjured up by a child's wild imagination? Well one would think that wouldnt they? But exactly 7 days after I was woken up in the middle of the night by my father smashing plates in to cabinets, tears filled his eyes as he stormed in to my room past the open door, carefully he lifted me up to take me to his car; I had no shes, no coat, no proper dress ware, no matter how much I questioned him he never broke his silence as we drove across the winding streets. As I knew I would get no answer I watched the streetlights pass by, until they dissapeared and the darkness grew closer.

Finally my father parked up at the side of the road that was covered in police men, as the chief walked to my father he squeezed his hat in his hands, dropping his eye level to the floor. Opening the door my bare feet touched the ground, I walked clever to the flashing lights and wooden barriers until I saw my mother...in the exact same position as my nightmare...she was dead.

It all went downhill from there, anyone I touched, even if I only slightly brushed by them I envisioned their deaths. Luckily my father had a longer life to live.