Clara

It was like something else was controlling my body. I hit his head with the metal pail. That’s when he made the worst groan. I poured it over his head.

And ran.

I wanted my Mum. It’s all I could think about. Felt like I was running towards her. And it was almost a shock to be outside and her to still be dead. Is that silly? I needed a hug from her. Tell me it was alright.

There’s other stuff too. The things he did. I’m just not sure I’ve got the words for that just yet. You know.