The aroma of piping hot bread wafted around me. Recognising it, I awoke. Yes, I was looking down onto my kitchen from above. Indeed, there was a fat, loaf of farmhouse white steaming on the counter to the right of me. 

A young, but rather pretty girl in blonde pigtails tied together in pink ribbons came bouncing into the room. Was it my sister? Then, a young man with long blonde hair, blue eyes appeared on the threshold. He had was rather hansom for his age, but something about him didn’t look quite right. Was it me? He moved closely towards the young girl who had torn of a chunk of bread and was nibbling at it. ‘No! I can’t watch this!’ He… I hit her in the back of the head and with a sound half way between a pig snort and a scream, she crumpled down onto the floor, bread crumbs scattered all around her.

I pulled myself away from this painful memory, tears streaming from my dark pits. I wept, and cried and moaned to myself in that secluded dark room filled with hate and darkness. Why did I do that? Does it matter anymore? All I know is that I have to get back make sure I didn’t so the worst. Make sure she’s OK. 

Uncontrollably, I launched from the house into the night, seeking aimlessly for the way back home. I tripped and fell many times slicing my legs through my trousers on the jagged teeth on the pathway causing myself quite a bit of damage along the way. I’m sure I took some wrong turnings, but I continued until I smelt the smell of acrid smoke ahead and knew I must be near Rudgewell.

Knowing morning was rapidly approaching, I sprinted through the streets to the other side of the town tearing my lungs apart. When on the other side, it was a short run to my home. Through the small forest that separated us from the industrial world. 

As the sun arose between our two hills I had slowed into a slow jog. I was almost there! When I finally burst through the front gate, my sister came up to me and hugged me saying “Where have you been, I’ve been so worried” I just hugged her tightly and forgot all of what had happened previously.

My mum had told be that yesterday a goat had got into the house and must have butted my sister in the back causing her to be knocked unconscious. She told me that all was fine now, and the goats were locked up safely. Then she asked where I’d been. All I said to her was ‘It doesn’t matter, I’m home now’ 

Later on in the day, without her knowing, I did all of my sisters chores and promised to do whatever she asked me to do from now on. I hope that I will forget what I did to her.

I know it wasn’t my fault.  I didn’t mean to. Something possessed me to do it… That’s all it was, a minor accident. So why did I leave home? Was I afraid I had done the worst? Or was I scared or myself? That’s all in the past now. Maybe I can forget.