Its been a week since I got out of the hospital.Lyra's death gets harder on me every day.Im losing it,My mind that is,its gone.My parents dont know it though.Ive had lots of thoughts,Lyra being the first one,followed by Murder.Of Whom?I dont know.Maybe Mom and Dad,The Guy who rammed into us that day,The Ambulance,who didnt even try to save her,The Doctor,Bullies.I could list thousands.I think about suicide,taking my own life,ending it,being with Lyra.My Mom and Dad have caught me in the process.So now they got me help,a psychologist.Its not working.I killed my Mom and Dad,With Dads Hatchet.Now they're after me,the cops,Im running,Losing my mind,memory,my old life.I kill everyone now,for everyone is responsible for Lyras death.Even You.Where where you when Lyra died.Not there.When she needed help the most no one dared,Not even I,nor Bystanders or you.
