I couldn't go back.
My memories were foggy, and yet, for some reason, I could feel a growing pain in my chest. I ran as fast as I could, heading towards the mansion, with the hopes of running into my brother along the way.
Yes.
He might have just returned to the Mansion.
Did I believe that? No.
However, in that moment, anything other than the truth would have sufficed.
My feet sped through the grass, the sun already beating down on me as I got ready to cross the threshold. But just as I arrived outside, I was stunned by what I saw.
Standing right before me, only a few inches away from the mansion, was my brother.
He looked completely beaten up. His clothes were dirty and, even more, burnt.
Upon seeing this, I instantly knew I must have been the cause.
In that moment, I also remembered how I lost my temper and went on a rampage.
Though the images were blurry, I was certain I tried to kill Maria, and my brother eventually.
