It was supposed to be an amazing mix of a long lasting
cocaine and ecstasy.
It was nothing but speed.
And then my parents started their fun and games. And what makes this really sad, is N started doing things to make it all worse. I kept locking the doors and windows. Then I'd find the door open but pushed closed so it didn't look like it was open, but looked like it was shut. Then I found him in the bedroom with my big window open. Then when I suggested we stayed in in the front room, he stopped by the kitchen and made a face which appeared to be a person. We went out for a fag and I starts to started walk. He was insistent on going petrol station and when I agreed he immediately went to pull out this mobile, to wha I assume was to text someone. At the petrol he went over to some car and that I It..,. I bolted.
During the day we saw about 7 people in Power Ranger costumes which were shiny gold. I saw a black dude and said 'yes black dude!'and he fist pumped me back. Then there was the yellow 'alien type people in costumes who stool beneath some yellow leaves in my view. Ran upstairs and they had vanished. The extent my family have gone to, to make me feel I'm mad, destroys me. I never get this anywhere but their house and my house, plus the surrounding areas. I've banged up 10 times what I used last night in other areas and I've had NO psychosis.
Then last night I ran off crying and say loads of people with lights. I made sure I told them the truth.!
