Tonight during dinner with my friends I left the table and walked away. Â I left my wallet, keys, and mobile phone behind. Â None of us realised that I wasn’t coming back. Â I don’t know where I went, exactly, but somehow I ended up at home. Â I must have broken in.
Why did I leave? Where did I go? Â When I woke up, my hands were dirty, and there were scratches on my arm. Â There was a knife stuck in the mattress next to me, but no blood.
My brain wants me dead, and I am scared.