I woke up when I heard someone's voice. Where am I? Oh God, I'm in Eric's room. How on earth did I fall asleep when the idea was to stay up all night?
The voice came again; it was coming from Eric. I pushed myself off the couch on the left side of his room and rushed over to his side.
He was still asleep, but a frown was on his face.
“No, I didn't do it. Mum, please, you need to believe me; I didn't do it," he said as he twisted and turned. Is he having a nightmare?
“I didn't kill them. Mum, I'm sorry," he said again, but this time with a painful expression on his face.
Then I remembered Alex’s words to me about Eric believing that he killed his parents. I climbed up on the bed and sat beside him, not knowing what to do.
I reached out and touched his face. I wasn't expecting him to w
