Lost.

Where am I?

What is this place... Is it a place? What is it really?

Where is it?

Where am I?

Scared. Confused.

Who am I?

Tom.

Not my name. But a name I know...

I know it better than my own name by now...

Tom, I don't know anymore. I'm starting to forget. I can't remember what I was doing a little while ago.

Is he part of me now? How am I talking to him?

Scared.

Why can't I remember? Is something wrong with me? What did I do? What have I been doing? Why can't I remember?

Screams... Screams today. In the halls. They found... Who did they find?

Dead... no, not dead.

Close to dead...

Who did it?

I did it. Tom, it was me. I didn't mean to.

What if someone finds out?

Someone must know. Someone has to.

Know what?

Do I know? Yes, I know, I'm sure of it... I did it.

Why did I do it? I shouldn't have done it... What did I do?

Something. Something terrible. I know I did.

But... how could I do it? I'm just... I couldn't have, could I?

But I did.

What if he finds out? What if...

Harry.

What if Harry found out? What if he already knows?

Would he hate me?

He already hates me. He must. I know he does.

No, maybe he doesn't...

But if he knew what I'd done... what did I do?

Killed... no. No one's dead.

But soon... if I don't stop... If I can't control it, than maybe soon...

Tom, I can't do it anymore. I can't. I won't. I can't talk to you anymore, Tom, I don't feel safe anymore. What if it's worse next time—whatever it is? I can't even remember... I can't do it anymore...

It has to stop.