[The writing suppose she was very tired when she did this. Blood stain from the other page have left small reddish spot on this one]
It was so painful. I was coughing blood again. He saw me, the man in blue. I think he was with the gendarme. I though he would kill me, I was scared. I had difficulty breathing and each breath was painful. But he helped me, he brought me at the theatre. I was coughing more and more blood, it was scary. It was so painful, I just wanted the pain to go away, kill myself, but I couldn't. I was exhausted and each move was painful. I asked him to free me from the pain but he didn't know what to do.
After that, the pain became more and more intense. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw a hooded man in the doorway. He was walking slowly toward me. When I regain consciousness, may head was resting on his laps, he was humming something. I don't know why but as soon as I heard him I felt relaxed and the pain would cease for a moment. I don't know how much time I spent like that, many hours perhaps. I was scared, I didn't know what he was doing to me or how. I don't know why, but each time I heard his voice I would feel better for a moment. He was talking to me, asking question. I don't remember answering him nor the question he asked me. He made me drink something, it was in a small bottle with a strange inscription on it. I wanted to close my eyes, to give up, but each time he would keep me awake. Then I remember seeing light in his eyes.
I kept my eyes open as he was asking me but I could see clearly. I finally closed my eye, unable to keep them open. I don't remember what happened after that.
I had a strange dream, I was a young girl. I lady was holding my hand smiling to me. There was a man next to her, him too was smiling to me. I think they were my dad and mom. We were here, in the port. We were attacked by big man with a black skinned and deformed visage. The lady and the man were killed. I felt very sad, I think they were my parent there is no other logical answer then this one. I saw them die, I had their blood all over me, on my hand, on my face, my clothes.
I don't remember the rest of the dream, everything was dark and I couldn't see or hear anything. I was alone, nothing around me, no one.
I remember waking up, the man with the nice voice carrying me. He said something before leaving me, I only remember this : "... need ... anything ... ask ... Don". I don't remember anything else after this, only that I woke up here.
