Where am I?
Am I dreaming? Yes I am definitely dreaming. I remember this; I have had this dream before. Waking up in a room: with a camera watching me like an eagle – so eager – as if it’s ready to catch its prey; and the door; that very door that separated me from the truth. Then it hit me, I’m not dreaming, I wouldn’t remember all of this if I was dreaming.

I remember now. Everything! My son, my darling little son, the one who died because of me; I killed my son! I foolishly drove into the Lorry and Killed him! I should have died in that crash, not him! I love him. I have to escape this place! To visit his grave; I didn’t even go to his funeral! I am THE worst Dad in the world!

As I ran through the salty-sweet air, it felt like when I was a kid. I used to be able to run forever and ever, going onwards into the depths of happiness. Suddenly, my legs turned to concrete; they wouldn’t budge because I saw my wife; well my ex-wife to be exact. Why won’t she forgive me? It was an accident. I’m NOT a killer!