He seemed to be kind, her dreams haunted her and she felt that telling him maybe would help her. But, how would he know of her past? Did he know if she actually killed people or not? This place was like a prison to her. Maybe she was here because of that. She hardly remembered volunteering to be here. Her mind was  fuzzy, the only thing that  was clear was him and the dreams that seemed to meld into reality.<br/>"I have a gun...I have a gun in my hands."<br/>She said, making her hands in a gun shape like a child would. Her mind was  so  disturbed, she was thinking like a child.<br/>"I shoot someone. I see blood, so much blood. I see them dead. I see them dead and I killed them. It...it was my parents. I killed them. I was mad, I was mad and I killed them."<br/>She wasn't the one who killed them, but someone else. She had hid and saw her parents being killed. It was like a memory stuck in her mind. Why had they gotten killed though? Who had really done it?<br/>"So much anger..."<br/>She gasps.<br/>"They had so much anger for them."<br/>The way she spoke, it was like the dream out her in someone else's body. She had seen the scene of the killing through the killer's eyes.<br/>"The anger scares me, these dreams are hard to talk about...I am always killing people in them though. Always killing."<br/>She closed her eyes shaking.