Things get into my head. Pictures, sounds, people, places and emotions. I don’t know where they come from. They jump in my head at random times and sometimes they won’t go away. They are trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what.

It is night, on the street outside a house in what seems to be an average neighborhood. I know some of the people on this street, but tonight something is very wrong. I’m on the street because I don’t want to be inside. Something is wrong inside the houses. Especially the house that’s half brick, half siding. I don’t want to in there again. I’m afraid. It’s very bad in there. I have to get away. I have to run. But I can’t. I’m too young to be outside at night on my own. I don’t know who to trust.

These are not my thoughts. These are not my feelings. They belong to M.