Y/N'S POV
Not many would recognise me if I came out of hiding, I suppose. There's a whole new generation of kids and a whole new generation of old people. They'd probably judge the haunted eyes, the bags below them (not that you can see them, it's dark anyway). If only they knew. But I'm not risking it. I have to stay hidden, somewhat safe.

UNKNOWN:   28201 E. Bonanza St.
Go.

I stop in my tracks, I back up against a nearby tree. No. God no. Not there. Please, no.
His fingers still trace my skin, his words ring through my ears and my cape came off that night.

Fuck you.

My arms force my back away from the bark, you have no idea how good natural dirt from the earth feels on your hands right now, I would've hated this when I was 16. Damn you Stanley for pushing me into mom's flower bed.

My walking is slow, it got faster, I just want to see my family.

I don't think the footprints through the snow really truly fade, they all have different patterns, some run from snowballs, they're on a walk with the dog or they're on high alert, they'll occasionally fall from fear.

UNKNOWN:  You remember the back window to the basement, right?

I can do this, no I can't. Not many would come back to the place that it happened, at least not out of choice.

I fit through the window, it gives me the shivers, like when we would've have Franchise meetings late at night and we had to sneak in through there, that was....pretty fun actually, not gonna lie.
But sometimes you've got to go through the good to get to the bad, it's only a matter of time.

I drop down, there's a slight thud, but I land on my two feet. Barely.
They're still here. Exactly as we left them. Exactly as he left them.
I back off as soon as I try and walk forward. I know where I'm headed and I can't do that again. But my legs give into themselves, my brain won't stop them and as I touch the banister, I feel my forearms twitch and my mouth being covered for the scream. He isn't there, but my blood stops moving, like it's stopping itself from reaching the heart. But something that touched me is attached to the string, I dare not to touch it again.

What have you done to me?

UNKNOWN: "I want you. I need you. I love you to death."

I could never love you. Not ever, till my death. Not until the devil takes me.

I tighten my eyes shut, all I can see is bright blue eyes.

UNKNOWN:  Remember the old way of getting out?

My head looks above me to the staircase, of course i do. After a meeting, we'd all be tried and fall asleep with our heads on the table until dawn, we wouldn't want to wake his mother, so we'd be quiet enough to open up the front door after going up the basement stairs and going back home. And if we got caught coming home so late, I wouldn't get all the blame. I am a twin after all, and who would blame the girl, honestly?

Don't wake Mrs Cartman. Don't wake Mrs Cartman.

You hear the static, the sort you haven't heard in years when the signal disconnect from your TV when you were asleep.
Maybe she's fast asleep, if she can't hear that, she wouldn't be able to hear me- right?

But sometimes you peer around the corner, to make sure, that was the key to sneaking out.

You wake up. She doesn't.

She didn't.

Oh fuck. Oh no.

UNKNOWN: She's been screaming at me for hours now. She's not happy that I killed her with my bare hands.