I wake up.
Alone.
Why was I on the floor?
I stood up and took a look around to see where I was.
I'm standing in my old house. Standing in my old room.
What am I doing here?
"Do you blame yourself?" I heard a voice speak out.
I looked around, there was no one else there.
"What?" I asked it but there was no response.
I moved around my old room, remembering the time when I was a kid.
How I would read books on my bed, or tried to learn the guitar but failed miserably.
My hand brushed on the keys of the old piano when the voice spoke again.
"Do you blame yourself?"
"I don't understand what you mean?" I told it even though I don't know where it was coming from.
The voice went quiet again.
I played a few keys on the piano as I tried to remember how it felt when I played songs for my family.
How it made them feel. How they were so proud of what I had learned.
"It's quite common in this situation for a person to feel a kind of..." The voice trailed off.
I turned around and saw my reflection in the window when it spoke out. "Guilt." Before disappearing.
I hurried out of my room and saw the living room from the hallway.
I saw flashes of my family sitting around watching the TV as we joked around about what was airing.
"Do you remember what happened?" The voice asked me.
"Nothing happened," I told it as I stepped downstairs.
I saw the dining room. Where my family used to play board games during game nights and where we would eat our breakfasts together.
I couldn't help but smile at how happy we were.
"Are you sure?" My reflection in the mirror asks me. "Do you not know? or do you chose not to remember it?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked it but it walked away.
I tried following it but it was gone.
It had led me to the old office.
I walked over to my desk and saw my old laptop on top of it.
I remembered the first time I had started working.
It gave me a sense of fulfillment but now all I felt was disappointment.
"The accident." It said appearing behind me. "Do you not remember?"
Flashes of the accident entered my mind.
The loud sound of the crash.
The weight of the car on me.
The heat from the flames.
The screams from my family.
I shook my head trying to make it disappear.
"Stop!" I told it as I covered my ears trying to block out the screaming.
"Telling it to stop won't help you." It said to me as it sat on my dad's old chair.
"You know you have to face it." It flickered into my dad as it said those words before disappearing again.
