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Jan. 2nd, 2006 11:39 pmThe top of the paper is carefully torn away, as if the writer had only one sheet and made a mess of his first version. That would be because he did. A lot of the writing is shaky, smudged in places as if the paper has been wet. Some crossed out altogether.
'Dear Peter,
It probably seems a bit strange that I'm writing you this note when I only saw you a few days ago but something's been bothering me and I didn't want to bring it up because it didn't seem the right time. If it still isn't, then just say the word and I'll not bother you. I'll work out another way to sort this. I'm sorry for being a nuisance, it's just I trust you and you're the only one I know that might be able to help me understand and cope with what's happening to me.
I've been having a different nightmare. A couple of times over the last week. It's like the one where I kill my father, only I end up drowning in a sea of blood. When I wake up, it's everywhere in the room. I can see it, smell it, it's like it's real. I've had this eight times. It's so realistic that it's triggered five massive panic attacks, three of which resulted in me passing out from hyperventilating. Hank checked me over after the first one because I happened to fall on Amanda, who was somewhat worried. He hasn't found anything physically wrong, although he pointed out my pulse was up at 180bpm. He thought I should be talking to you or Dr Crowe, and since I didn't want to tread on your toes by asking someone else, I thought I should ask. Well I wanted to ask.
I'm scared, because I haven't killed him and it's like some horrible Shakespearian play.' The paper here is smudged and wrinkled; some of the words are lost. '...ow what's happening to me and I know you're busy but I just need a bit of advice. A note will be fine, like I keep saying I know you have more important things to do.
Thanks,
Guppy'
'Dear Peter,
It probably seems a bit strange that I'm writing you this note when I only saw you a few days ago but something's been bothering me and I didn't want to bring it up because it didn't seem the right time. If it still isn't, then just say the word and I'll not bother you. I'll work out another way to sort this. I'm sorry for being a nuisance, it's just I trust you and you're the only one I know that might be able to help me understand and cope with what's happening to me.
I've been having a different nightmare. A couple of times over the last week. It's like the one where I kill my father, only I end up drowning in a sea of blood. When I wake up, it's everywhere in the room. I can see it, smell it, it's like it's real. I've had this eight times. It's so realistic that it's triggered five massive panic attacks, three of which resulted in me passing out from hyperventilating. Hank checked me over after the first one because I happened to fall on Amanda, who was somewhat worried. He hasn't found anything physically wrong, although he pointed out my pulse was up at 180bpm. He thought I should be talking to you or Dr Crowe, and since I didn't want to tread on your toes by asking someone else, I thought I should ask. Well I wanted to ask.
I'm scared, because I haven't killed him and it's like some horrible Shakespearian play.' The paper here is smudged and wrinkled; some of the words are lost. '...ow what's happening to me and I know you're busy but I just need a bit of advice. A note will be fine, like I keep saying I know you have more important things to do.
Thanks,
Guppy'
