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He was smiling, talking to himself and drawing on the floor with a dark liquid.

We heard noise from Tobias room. We just thought it was another one of his nightmares.

Magali nudged me with her elbow and rolled back over to her side. The light thuds from Tobias’ room continued.

Slowly I climbed out of bed, found my slippers and shuffled over to his room.

The first shock was that he wasn’t in his bed. I thought he must have climbed and fallen over the small wooden railing.

Then I saw him. He sat at the other end of the room. He was smiling, talking to himself and drawing on the floor with a dark liquid.

Blood.

It was all over his face and arms. Continue reading