They were screaming at me, the voices, the angry, angry voices. I can't stop them, they don't understand though, all the people that get mad at me for the screaming people. Like my dad, of course. Sometimes he will lock me in my room and let me hear them in the dark without light, even sunlight. Ahh, beautiful light, sunlight is the best kind. Sorry, I'm getting off track. Some voices are nice like one named Mortem he told me what it means, although I can't remember. He is very nice, he tells me everything will be okay when I'm gloomy, that one day my dad will pay and I will be happy how it happens, he promised that on his life. He also promised I will be able to see him one day and he will be able to hold me instead of looming over me to say it's okay!
I see others alreadye. Some have bullets through their heads, others burns, cuts, and bruises. It's very hard to explain, one time I saw one with something seeping out of his throat, see it was slit, there were many other things, you probably wouldn't want to know...
