"What is this?" I asked the boned man. He didn't say anything but merely raised his arm and pointed at the entrance of my house, and it opened, it was my sister. I had forgotten, we were going to have lunch today.

"David!" she called my name, and she did so many times as I watched as she became increasingly frantic. I didn't want her to find it, to find me. I tried to touch her, to stop her, but I couldn't do anything.

She found me, hanging from the rafters in my attic. She dropped to her knees, hand on her mouth, and cried. I turned to the boned man angrily, "Why are you showing me this!" I reached for the collar of his black cloak when suddenly I was transported somewhere else, a funeral.

My parents, and sister were the only ones there, they cried, and cried. I was forced to watch, unable to look away at the scene before me, my face scrunched and tears started to flow from my eyes.

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"Why! Why did you do it!? You bastard!" My sister banged on my coffin with her fist as she wept. My parents pulled her back, all three collapsing onto the floor, pulling her into a hug as they continued crying, "It's unfair! Unfair!" she balled.

Suddenly I was transported somewhere else, this time, a graveyard. An old woman giving flowers to a grave. I glanced at it, it was my grave, and this old woman was my sister.

I collapsed onto the ground beneath me, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I kept repeating it as I cried. I grabbed hold of the boned man's robes, and said, "Please! Please! I'm sorry! I want to go back! Please I'm begging you, I'll do anything! Please...just please." I closed my eyes as my voice finally gave out.

I opened my eyes again to find myself at home, on the couch, as the good opened, and it was my sister. I was back, and I wouldn't waste it this time.