I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth. It was almost silent. almost. there was a humming coming from the small person sitting in a creaking rocking chair. When I had asked them who they were they answers with a small, almost whisper, of a laugh. I tried to question them further, but came up with silence. I couldn't think straight. It was all so confusing. Who are they? Why are they here? Where is here? Why am I here? A sudden loud breath came from them. They spoke, quietly. "We know your confused. We know you want to leave. But we aren't sorry." I looked at them confused. Still nothingness escaped my lips. I brushed the hair out of my tear filled eyes. "We are in your head. In your nightmares. In your fears. We only came here because of what you did. Do you remember? Do you remember Rosie, and Colin? Or maybe you'll remember the most tragic event from, James. He's mad. We are all mad. And disappointed."
The memories flooded back. More tears filled my eyes."i-im sorry. I'm s-so so sorry. I didn't mean to. I just.....couldn't control it."
/flashback/
'I swiftly jabbed the dagger into her throat as small squeaks escaped her mouth. I grinned my crazy grin as the voice told me to go after the next. I knew the girl wasn't dead, but instead suffering as blood dripped down her once blue dress.Rosie cried for her brothers to run, to try and escape their horrible fate. But I was too fast for their small feet. The slightly taller one, Colin,Was behind the youngest, trying to protect him I can only guess. I grinned my toothy grin ounce again as I pulled out my already bloody dagger into his back, slowly dragging it down words. He tried to scream but only girgled cold, red liquid. He fell to his knees, silent sobs escaped his mouth. The smaller child had streams of wet, salty tears stained to his horrified face. He stood watching as I slowly approached himself getting trapped into a corner. The voice told me to go slow, make it more painful. My hand twitched as I shook like always. I grabbed the yellow collar of his dinosaur shirt. I looked at him disgusted. I was only slightly older than his oldest sister but he was too small for my liking.

My hand twitched again and I gripped his arm as he screamed in pain. I slowly twisted it, hearing multiple snaps and cracking sounds. He was coughing and crying, trying to kick himself away to sweet freedom. I almost felt bad. Almost. I pulled hard on his now blue and purple arm, cleanly ripping it out of its socket. If his eyes could grow any wider they would explode themselves. He screamed even louder than before as blood squirted everywhere on him and myself. I laughed. His fear was amusing. It filled me with more power, like it was draining his own. I now held a death grip on his neck as he choked on his own saliva. His face was red and wet with a mixture of tears and blood. James went silent and I screamed madly. "I'm not done with you yet you little bitch!" I shook him rapidly. I yanked on his neck and heard a tare. I grinned as his head hung loosely on his now tore neck. I fell t my knees as big tears fell down. I sobbed into my bloody hands as the dead corpse of My younger cousin lay on my lap. Its all his fault.'

"You hurt us. YOU TORTURED US! You picked us off ONE BY ONE, watching as the others suffered the same pain as you. Now you will feel the pain."

The shadow figure grinned the same crazy grin I once had and I felt a searing pain run through my body. I screamed in horror and cried over and over again saying it was his fault but they didn't listen. They refused to. The pain just kept getting impossibly worse as I gritted my teeth together. I lost my breath and started to see darkness before hearing a laugh. I was then jolted with the same horrible pain as before. I screamed louder. This went on for days, weeks, and months. They then turned to years and decades. The pain went on for eternity. Blaming me for the pain they had. I was cursed. I am still cursed. I am still feeling the pain of what they felt. All because I remember. Because I am making myself have this pain.