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『20 Years Ago』

I WAS TRAPPED in the basement again. Dad said that if I learned to control my powers, he'd let me out. I hugged my knees, sobbing silently in the cold and dark room.

I am a monster. Whenever I lose control, I'd manage to destroy anything in my path.

I looked at my hands. They are as sharp as knives. I looked at my feet. They, too, are big and pointy. I looked in my reflection, big white eyes that can stare into one's soul. At a glance, it looks like I don't have a mouth, but when I bare my teeth, I could rip a person's head off

I was stuck in here because I did something I could never forgive myself. I lost control, and I hurt the one person that I cared most for. Five.

Dad had told me that he was in the infirmary, the cut was deep and that it needed to be stitched, but nothing Five couldn't handle. I clutched my head, anger filled me.

I tried to hurt myself— anything— but I couldn't. The one thing I couldn't destroy was myself. I hated myself for hurting Five. His screams of agony are still playing in my head.

I heard a knock on the door. I peered through the tiny glass window and saw... Five. He smiled at me, I could see that some of his teeth were missing.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed even more when I saw the bandages on his arm. I knew he couldn't hear me.

He brought out a notebook and wrote something down. He flipped it over and showed it to me. It read, "I forgive you. I'm sorry if I made you upset. Let's play again once you get out."

Why was he apologizing to me? I hurt him. I shook my head, tears still streaming down my face. Five looked at me, his eyes saddening. He wrote something down again and showed it to me.