I always dream of these people. She stood out. She had to be near me. Something was severely wrong. Her mind not at all typical. There was a pile of albums. I said she needed them, she must take them. Her mother was useless. She had to be so close to me. I found her in my bed. Buried in there. She called for me. Had to see me. This girl I've always known. We had to talk to her. Something was severely wrong. I can't express her. So lost. So gone. Melissa.