Chapter Two:

Well book, the nightmares came again. I think I have another sleepless night ahead of me. I wonder if writing down what I dreamed might help. At least it will pass the time till the morning and I have to start doing chores.

It always starts with the smell of smoke. The sound of splinting timbers, the taste of ash, the heat on my face and bare arms. It is so real that my heart leaps into beating a million miles an hour. It even causes my eyes to water due to the heat, and I break out into chills. They are chills of panic. I run down the hallways and into burning rooms looking for everyone that is important to me. I can never find them. I just endlessly follow the screams and pleas of help that surround me. But they are never behind the doors I frantically open. And then I see it; the red door. That horrible chamber of punishment, guilt and regret. I can't stop myself from opening it, until...

Damn. How can this be helping? This is just me reliving all those memories that I have locked away.

Fine, time for happy thoughts. Men? They just cause trouble. I have had enough of that. Unicorns? What age am I? Will I start singing 'Sunshine, Lollypops and Rainbows' next? Oh... mint chocolate chip ice cream. The ones that are really expensive because they are handmade at the fancy store. And the chocolate chips are large because they were originally mint slice chocolates that were crushed and mixed in. Served with the coloured little spoon that you keep so that when you buy the cheap tubs at the supermarket and eat it at home, you can pretend that they are the expensive kind. But they always came in a pair because he would buy one and...

Definitely time to start my chores now. Or lesson plans. Something to keep my mind occupied. Maybe this is all happening out of a chocolate crazed withdrawal delirium... Damn remote towns and the lack of chocolate and civilisation!