Dreamtime

On the 2nd of April, my year level was at the swimming pool. We were at the outdoor one. I met Ryan Ross, and I told him about a friend that had written a letter to him, and that he was a hero. He smiled and laughed and talked, only to me, like a friend, and I got that dizzy feeling. The one where you feel like you would jump off a cliff, fly, die for someone. I knew that by the end of the day, three people, including him, would die.

On the 3rd of April, I was at school. I had been on the Confessions thread. A teacher asked me if I had ever been to a 'writing website', because they had traced my I.P address and had read someone's confessions. I told them that I had been speaking metaphorically, not literally. They believed me.

On the 4th of April, I killed my sister with a knife. She had two trails of blood across her face. I burned her to try and get rid of the evidence. No one realised.

This is the first time I've had so many vivid dreams in a row.

I'm scared.