Chapter II:

I don’t remember being young. Those memories keep slipping away each day. I do remember I was innocent once. There was a family somewhere. My parents. I definitely remember my brother and sister. Nathanael was his name, I think. I can’t remember her name. But she had deep red hair. I could run my fingers through her thick curls. She had such round cheeks. Eyes so brown. My sister must have looked like a small version of our mother. She must have thought I was handsome.

Nathanael and I were like our father. He looked up to me. I think he wanted to be like me. Looking back, I couldn’t understand why. I wasn’t exactly the type of person you should look up to. I think was a good son. I don’t remember what my parents looked like. There was a touch of a mother’s love. My father might have been cold. His hands were for discipline.

Were we happy? I can’t remember. I know that we were rich. Our manor was huge. I could get lost in it for hours. I think I was lonely. I must have been. Ha. Kind of ironic if you ask me.

I can only remember Nathanael’s name. I can’t see his little face. His voice sounds distorted now. Is this what happens when you’ve been in the darkness for too long? The thought scares me a little. But that will go away soon. I will go back to feeling nothing again. I have given up trying to see my family’s faces.

My sister’s hair still stirred up something inside of me. I can only see her eyes and cheeks for her face. Her voice sounded distorted too. It won’t be long until it goes silent. Despite the distorted voice, I can still hear what they are saying. So many words fill my head. That’s the only thing I cannot forget.  They all start to blend together after a while. I can’t get rid of them. I have given up trying to fight them off. They are all I have after all.

Other than that, I am alone.

So what happened to them? Where are they now?

I shook my head to myself.

They are dead. I saw how Nathanael and my sister died. I held my sister’s body as I wept. Nathanael’s served head lay at my feet. I remember how it happened to. Such a memory will never leave me even if I want it to.

In a way, I say that my family’s death began my fallen from grace as you would call it.