If you think of anything that’s,
you know, unusual . . .
Where is that diary?
Run!
I close my eyes to these thoughts.
Something good.
Think anything good.
Something
must have changed
in Elizabeth’s life,
for her to try and
kill herself.
Three times?
Three times?
Three times?
Oh dear.
Oh no.
I know this.
I know this.
Crying in my head.
Crying in my head.
Think of something else.
Hope!
Why my name?
Why is she calling me?