"He- he broke it! He did it, I tell you!"
I found myself in a very nostalgic hallway. In front of me was a child who couldn't have been more than nine years old, his eyes red from crying.
This place...
"£$½#>&... Did you do this?"
I froze in place after what I heard.
I was having the usual dreams, they were normal for me, but...
"I'm asking you ½£#'^%! Did you do it?"
Why can't I... remember my name?
"He did it! He can't say it! He's guilty! I'm not!"
"You bastard! Not only are you guilty, but you won't admit it!"
I felt a sharp pain in my cheek and my head turned to the side from the slap.
The woman had hit me so hard that my cheek was on fire. Still, I had no right to argue with her.
"Yes, I did it. It was a mistake, but I apologize."