The things I saw and things I missed-The many, many bloody things I fucking missed-It’s just another morning; another morning when I wish I wasn’t here.

But there are tears in my eyes and then I can’t stop crying, stood there on that practice pitch in the dark, the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks, for once in my fucking life glad that I’m alone.

Battering down doors, battering down people, kicking in doors, kicking in people, searching for her, searching for me.

Nodding and laughing-Really, really laughing-The guards too. Laughing and nodding and blinking and patting down his hair, the spittle on his chin-Michael John Myshkin, murderer of children is laughing-Spittle on his chin, tears on his cheeks.