I keep seeing her. My mother. I was there.. when it happened. I hope the killer gets caught soon, they need to pay for what they did. I'm sorry for everyone who was killed.
I've been having odd dreams too. People I don't know. One of them looks like
Damien someone from here. Another guy with a bike, feels like we were friends.
Or more And a funeral. Something about me and a group wearing post-it notes on our heads. Maybe it's just dreams, I don't know.