I think my parents are dead.
They're just lying here, still. They're not breathing.
They came in to help me go to the hospital, and then they held their ears, and now they're dead.
I don't think Faith's dead. His ears are bleeding and he's not moving but I don't think he's dead.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
I should have listened.
And now you've paid.
I'm going to leave now. I'm going to do what they say. I think the shadows are restless. They don't like I've been ignoring them.
I'm sorry, Faith. I'm going to call an ambulance once I've left. I hope you're alright.