Seeing someone you know die is a very strange feeling, even if knowing them for only for a short period of time, it hurts.

That feeling wasn't one I wanted to accept, in one way or another all the bottled up trauma from when I was young let loose by experiencing that feeling.

I don't really remember what happened back there... It's all just a fuzzy memory now...

A strange sound reverberated through my head and the abyss of thought I was sinking into began to crumble around me. I slowly reached my hand out as if waiting for someone to take my hand and pull me out, but no such person was there.

…

I suddenly awoke as all of my senses jumped into alertness. I looked around to see that I was sitting in the middle of a white void on a wooden chair. Sitting across from me on a similar chair was a person I never thought I'd see from my perspective, it was me... No... it was a version of me...

'Strain...'

"I can tell you've already guessed by that look on your face that I'm Strain."

He put a hand out in front of him, palm facing towards me. Suddenly, the red wisps started coming off both me and him.

"Do you remember what happened when you were ten?"

My confused expression gave him the answer to that question.

You have a lot of memories I needed to suppress in order to keep us stable, out of the two of us you seem to think that I'm the one who's a monster, Pite...-" Tears began to well up in his eyes.

"Pite was never our fake name at all. In truth, we never had a fake name... It's time you accepted the things you wanted to forget, I'm sorry."

He placed his palm on my chest and I was too confused to even do anything. Before I knew it, I woke up in my bed. I didn't feel in control of my body though, or thoughts, it felt as if I was a spectator in my own body, trapped.

I realized very quickly that the body I was in was not the body of a seventeen year old, but the body of a 10 year old.

About an hour passed before my body moved on it's own, I involuntarily opened my eyes and got out of the bed very groggily. I tried to force my body to move in a direction but to my dismay it seemed I had a total lack of control.

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I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Although it seemed my body didn't care much, I realized now that the room I was currently in was my room. Now that I think of it most of my memories from when I was around ten were very empty, in fact... I don't remember anything at all from back then. Is this what Strain was talking about?...

I walked out of my room and crossed down the hall to the kitchen where a younger version of my sister was making breakfast for me. I tried speaking to her but once more I was dismayed by the fact the body I was in I could not control.

After I ate my sister sat beside me at the table and asked a question, "Are you okay? You look really sad?"

Her question confused me internally until I realized that since the moment I got out of bed I was acting in way that gave hints of sadness. Of course, none of it was what I could control, but none the less I awaited for my body to say or do anything.

Tears began to form in my eyes as I hugged my sister, "I don't want to lose you!..." A sudden horrifying image was forced into my head that showed my sister laying on the ground impaled by multiple knives.

I sat internally confused and wondering what the horrifying image meant.

"I'm not going anywhere." She put her hand on my head and tried to comfort me as much as she could.

"B-but,-" I looked up at her with a pained expression.

"It's going to be okay."

I stopped talking after that point and just softly cried on her lap.

A younger version of my voice spoke with an echoing tone through my mind,

'Save point set.'

The pieces started to click together in my mind. If this truly was a younger me that I was spectating then... how did I set a save point?

Very small red wisps of energy began flowing out of my body and dispersing in the air. I prepared to feel a mind-numbing pain but it did not come.

My sister noticed the energy flowing out of me but instead of being surprised simply admired the wisps dispersing in the air around me.

"This always happens when you get sad, I wonder why." She muttered under her breath but internally I was able to catch what she said.

After some time she lifted my head up off from her lap and helped me stand up. She gave me one last hug and then walked off to her room telling me that she would be in her room if I needed anything. I stood in the kitchen with blurry, tear filled eyes.

"I'm so weak..." I whispered to myself in a sad tone.

'Even my abilities aren't enough, when will I break out of this nightmare?...' The younger voice from before broke into my mind again and leaving me with far more questions than answers.

This information was all too much for me, I had no idea what was going on at all. Was this really me in the past?

I walked over to my sister's room and told her I was leaving the house for a little while in a shaky voice. She was little confused but she acknowledged it and told me to be careful.

After that I put on my shoes and left the house. I wished I knew where I was going or what I was doing but at this point I had accepted to just watching what would conspire from the inside.

Hopefully I would get some answers soon.