I want more, more memories. It's not all about me, is it? The longing, I hate it. It annoys me. But I... I can't help it. I should tell. But they're not trustworthy anymore. What happened to 'father'? What happened to Uncle? What happened to me? Why was 'father' on a screen in one memory and with me in the next? I want to complete this puzzle, but there aren't enough pieces. Why did I see myself crying? Why was I falling? Why was there blood? Who was the starring figure? Is he/she the same one who stared at me when I was falling? What are my 'parents' hiding from me? Why...why are they lying? So many questions. So many mysteries. It's going to make me crazy.
I'm at the dinner table and I'm trembling. No one sees me though. My eyes feel wet and my lips are dried. My 'parents' are eating, minding their own business. I never go out of this house. Even if I did, everywhere looks the same. Dull, lonely, and empty... It's like a hot sunny day where your mood goes negative. Everything feels repeated. People look like they're acting. It's a small place and yet, there is a long way to go. Everywhere I go, everyone and everything looks the same: dull and boring. No enthusiasm, no fun, no energy. What is this? Why didn't I notice this sooner? Why am I feeling this now?