A pitch black void that seems to be endless, Appeared Infront of me.

Where am I? Is this the after life?

Water? Am I walking on water?

knock. knock.

As I turn my head. The scenery shifts, Its me well— a younger version of me, I was really thin back then, my eyes still brown as ever. and.. my hair still barely existing.

I remember this Scenario. Our apartment a small one, is just enough to support us

I watch my 16 year old self, as he goes to the door and checks the peephole

It's a man in his late 30's. Dark hair and black eyes. Dressed in a formal attire, a badge pinned to his chest. CPS — Child Protective Services

My younger self opens the door.

The man looks at him with a sadden face.

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"Excuse me, young man." He says, trying to keep his voice steady. "Your.. Mother has passed away."

"Hahaha.. You must have the wrong apartment!"

"Im really sorry.. "

Tears started to drop

"No.. NO!!.."

"You..." They both say turning their heads towards me.

YOU.. YOUR THE REASON SHE'S DEAD

DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

The floor beneath me cracks like glass.

I'm falling

Falling? Me? Its my fault? HOW IS IT MY FAULT?

Drip. drip

Water? No, blood

"You're useless."

A slap. My cheek It hurts.

"You couldn't even help her.. And YOU DARE CALL ME YOUR DAD"

CRASH

A bottle shatters against the wall. I flinch.

A dream.. Wait no.. I already died. Is this hell, where am I why... Why are all of these memories coming back

Footsteps. Heavy. Approaching fast.

"Ice cream? You want one my dumpling?"

"At, ease soldier."

"GET DOWN PRIVATE!"

"Your useless"

"You should have taken her place!"

"Why COULDNT YOU JUST DIE"

"I heard he killed his own mother."

Kill? Kill?

Kill? Who? Who? WHO KILLED WHO? I DIDNT DO IT

A dark hand grabs my wrist.

Huh?

"You think you can leave me?!! We're Friends right?! SARGEANT!!!"

DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPP!!

I gasp. Darkness again. My body trembling.

I blink, and for a moment, I see her face.

Her cold, lifeless face.