Outside the house, I see a younger version of me looking up in awe. My younger self goes inside, the door creeks as it is opened. Inside is just one room, with a closet. When I look closer I see that it has locks and chains around it. My younger self walks up to it and starts snapping the locks. I was always strong, stronger than year 11s when I was 12. My younger self steps out of the way of the closet so I do the same. The same monster I saw in my house comes out, ready to terrorise the world.
I come back into reality suddenly as the truth daunds on me.
Was I responsible for my own sisters death
