*Shane*
Lightning flashes across a dark grey sky, followed by the loud clap of thunder. I look around me in the field of yellow Calla Lilies where my mother was born. There was something in the field, a little in the distance. I start walking towards it only to slow down when I realize what it was.
A little boy was crouched to the ground, poking at something that was in the dirt in front of him. I stop a few feet away, staring in horror at what this was.
It was me when I was just seven years old. A memory I wished would fade away forever. I slowly kneel down to my younger self’s level as he just sits there on his feet, stabbing repeatedly. My young expression was emotionless as I just stared at the thing in front of me.
The feeling of regret and foolishness enters my chest and I just
