'Keep me a secret'.

This morning I'm confused and disjointed. I have no recollection of last night's incident. The problem I face now is working out what to do. I've tried several methods of trying to find out what I've been doing.

''Oh my god you are so stupid! It's blatantly obvious what you've been doing. Sneaking out all the time your mum is going to go mad with you!''

Why won't she just leave me alone?

''I'm so sorry. It's not my fault, I don't know what I'm doing, It's like I can't control anything I'm doing. One moment I'm asleep in my bed, the next I'm somewhere else. I'm completely oblivious.''

If only I had some idea of where I was or what I was doing, at least then I wouldn't have anymore restless nights, at least then I wouldn't have to worry... or would I worry even more?

"Well, maybe if you hadn't starved me of excitement all my life I wouldn't have to repay you with such deeds."

"What are you on about? Please tell me what I have done! I don't know who or what I've hurt but I know what I've done has hurt them"

This is so traumatizing! I can't bare it any longer...

"Listen, you've got to rest and go to sleep and you'll remember and relive your night."

As I stand up and prepare to walk away I hear a voice behind me quietly laughing. It's such a disturbing and child like voice, that it becomes almost haunting.

All I can think about is what I might have done. I have no idea and no clues to what it might be. All I can do is go to sleep and hope that I will remember what has happened. But it will have to wait.

It's 10 o'clock in the morning and I'm already late for school.

Its first lesson and I can't concentrate on a single question. Mrs. Crouch won't stop glancing at me. I start muttering to myself without knowing. Blank faces sharply turn round and stare. Everything suddenly went quiet. An hour passed within a few minutes. Mrs. Crouch is still glancing at me as I leave. Finally I feel like I've escaped until I hear a sharp toned voice behind me.

'Morgan.'

I just stood still. Thoughts were running through my head at full speed. I keep telling myself 'She can't know. It's not possible.' How could she know something that I don't know myself?