Madness and pure chaos can only be described what happened that night. Delusional, trick of the eyes, staggered movements. It describes the actions and thoughts of the little boy. He was a living corpse that night. Just sitting down and staring at nothing? Let's rewind, shall we? From his point of view?

/8:00 P.M:Little Boys POV/

I was too stunned to think. Even too move. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I was just staring at this guy out the window that had a real smile on. He was located in the shadows as always. On mouth shown, hood up. It was like he was challenging me. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a stopwatch.

It looked like the one my father used too have, he just held it out and opened it. He clicked a button and I saw black.

I woke up on the ground too the sound of water. Water dripping. The horrific sounds of echoes that bounced off the walls. I got up from the ground and started walking. The walls seemed to breathe. Quite literally.

I didn't know how I got here. But if one things for certain. I know I'm being watched.

I follow the sound to where the echoes are bouncing off from and I get to this room. A room with no windows. I open the door. Then all of a sudden the door vanished. I feel breathing on my neck. A slight chuckle. All of a sudden I'm forced to sit down. A chair behind me and what I feel is a table. The joints too the room turn on and it was like an interrogation room. But way more than that.

"Hello again." The therapist of mine said.

"Get to the point." I said tiredly.

"What are you afraid of?" The therapist asked.

"What do you mean." I cautiously questioned.

"Oh you know exactly what I mean." The therapist then did something weird. He turned into a different person. It was quick but I still caught it.

"..." I said stunned.

"In all honestly, you are the hardest case yet." My therapist said.

"Why are you doing this." I said. But it felt like my voice was fading.

"I want to help a lost cause..." my therapist kept talking but I wasn't able to hear it.

I saw black yet again. I woke up to the heat. I was strapped down to a table. My one arm free from last time. My head, my arm, and my two legs were still bounded. Apparently my therapist intended to mess with me.

"What do you think about your siblings...." my therapist said.

"They're dead." I said bluntly.

"And who's fault is that."My therapist said and started to laugh.

"No please, just stop." I said not taking it any longer.

"Who's fault is that?" My therapist asked questionably this time. Everything faded and I got sucked into another memory.

/memory/

"It's all your fault!" The father shouted.

"B-but.." the little boy tried to say but he got a slap to the face and interrupted.

"You kill everyone! Everyone around you! You are a disgrace." The father said angrily.

"..." The little boy tried to talk but tears started to come out.

/memory ends/

"Why are you even fighting to save your father when all he did was cause you endless pain?" My therapist asked.

"He's still my father." I tried to say.

"No. I think it's because you want to have someone. You want to hang on to someone. You have no one else. So you'll improvise and take something that can never be fixed." My therapist told me. I was speechless. At that moment I realized what he was saying was true.

I heard a clicking sound and the opposite leg was freed. I blacked out and woke up back at the window. But the room changed. Their was a bed, a bed made just for me.