Tears, more tears and her father's torture

Alessandro

I have lost my mind.

I’ll keep losing my mind.

I’ll keep letting images of Carrie haunt me in dreams and real life. I’ll continue to be a version of myself I’ll never understand as long as things continue this way.

It’s been a month since Carrie’s disappearance and everything has turned upside down. After a long day of locating Carrie to no avail, I resort to a lifestyle that makes me furious with myself.

I can’t stop it though. Right now, it’s the only way I know to survive.

And that’s why I won’t back away from crushing the head of the man kneeling in front of me with the end of my gun.

That’s right. I went back to CDP.

I thought it was the only place I could be fairly sane while I searched for Carrie.

But what happens now that I’ve lost a great deal of my sanity? I guess I’ll just have to go with the flow of things and see if I’ll lose every other thing in my life.

After all, it seems I’m about to lose Carrie.

The grip I had on the man’s hair loosened and I staggered bac