I took off my overalls and ripped the shorts part off, slipping the shorts on. I grabbed Harold's coat and put it on and took Robert's scarf, putting it on as well.

I walked all the way back to the house and climbed in through the window. Everything was broken and burnt. I picked up a knife and wiped the ashes off of it, putting it into my coat pocket. I jumped back through the window and looked at the ground.

Manny was dead. My former self, the child that was on the receiving end of all this, was hit by a semi. He was dead. I grabbed a piece of rock and carved something into it. I walked to where all of the others were buried and placed the rock between Harry and Robin's graves. Then I read the words aloud.

"Manny, the yellow child. Killed 18 people then burned down a house. Was hit by a semi truck while committing suicide. 20??-2017..."

I messed up on my birth year so it wasn't readable. I stood up and stared at the makeshift grave for a minute or two. Then I put my hands in my coat pockets and walked in a random direction. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. I just wanted to leave the old house. The old memories.