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I don't know who to be angry at first. Whoever those people were, the person who sent them here, myself, God, Professor Xavier, the teachers, my parents...

I am not going to be able to sleep. Not for a very long time. I am not going to bother Dr. McCoy for medicine to help, because he is busy.

I can't stop crying, I can't stop shaking, and I am so mad that I cannot see right anymore.

There were someone's brains in my hair, because someone shot them in the head. I don't even know who shot them or whose brains they were, only, I know it wasn't any of us, because no one is dead.

I still can't stop feeling it. Blood and ... blood. A lot of blood.

I can't stop seeing Angelo on fire. Over and over and over. I saw it. I saw it a month ago, and I didn't really say because I didn't want to believe it was true.
Why can't this be just another stupid useless pretty pictures power? I never wanted this!

Now what do I do?

... someone help? Please? I don't know what to do with this. Why me?