Now you have had a break, go back to every question and look at your response. Try and find what you feel that your mind presented the image it did. Explain colours you chose, textures, water, cup, solids, liquids, space, objects, people, anything and everything that you wrote from your projected image, try and find what you feel to why you have that image. Don't look hard at things, instead try and look for the easy answers, as they are often the correct one's. Don't attempt to find something that isn't present, just look at each aspect for its absolute simplicity.

This is not an absolute, but something you must do in order to try and self analyse yourself. This is important. Please answer what you can, and simply define if you cannot find an emotion to a response you gave.

The Road: This is where I'm going, and it's paved with death. My family is dead, and I am doomed to remember their bloody deaths over and over again. The road is unsteady because I don't know where I'm going, I'm sick in the head and my body is sick too. I expect to die young through illness, an accident, or kill myself in a moment of despair.

The River: It's more like a marsh, and it scares me. I've been scared of marshes since very young. I imagine getting sucked into them like quicksand. Dead, dangerous and ugly things live there. I fly high over the river because I'm so frightened of it... the further away from it I can get the better. I'm a demon because I am inherently a very bad person. Everyone thinks I'm sweet but I'm only pretending. Inside I'm actually very evil.

The House: The house is THE house I suppose, after the shooting. I can't imagine anyone living there, it's haunted. It's grey because that's the only colour other than red that I see anymore. I am being watched by people in my past... people who blame me for what happened, and who think I'm going to go crazy like my father. My family also watches, they are ghosts.

The Cup: The cup is dangerous, it's sharp. I shouldn't have picked it up. It only makes things worse. I shouldn't have been in an open field anyhow... an open field offers no shelter; you can get attacked from all different sides and there's nowhere to hide.

The Obstacle: The obstacle is my father. He's still trying to kill me. He won't rest until I'm dead. My brother is there to remind me that I should be dead instead of him. All I can see beyond is death and more death. I'm trapped.