ÿFanfiction author: Deadly Chou Based on :Fatal Frame 2 disclaimer: I do not own Fatal Frame 2 I only own the game, I am making no money off this. Title: Feel my Pain summary: After the death of her sister, Mio is feeling empty. She can't love and refuses to smile. With this new feeling of hollowness She decides to venture back to All God's Village. Driven by her motivation to obtain closure she sets off, camera in hand and hatred for the village and ritual in her heart.

Chapter 1 : Unwanted memories Mio P.O.V.

I lay there in bed, tears are falling mercilessly from my eyes and sobs escaping from my throat. My body is drenched with cold sweat, the soft sheets stcik to my stciky body. As much as I hated this, it was routine for me. Every night since that fateful night I stepped into that wretched with my beloved sister village I have been having nightmares. Nightmares of me , choking my sister. I yell to myself to stop. It never works. I have to watch my sister being strangled... by me. The o ñne thing I loved more than anything, I killed. I can still remember her sad smile trying to tell me it was okay. Telling me not to be afraid of what I was doing.
I can't bear to have these memeories anymore. I am empty. Completely empty. I try to love, I try to love like I loved my sister... but I fail. I failed! Why? All those years I kept you safe, all those years I made sure you were happy, all those years knowing my big sister loved me, just knowing she was by my side made me happy!
Sadly ironic, the one thing I live for... I killed. I failed in protecting her, I failed. I can never forgive myself for what I did to her. The tears are starting to stop as I regain my calm. I have so much anger for that village. I have so much anger for destiny, for fate, for things that were "meant to be " .
There are nights I stay awake , cutting my arms ever so slightly. It hurts so much, but I deserve every ounce of pain. All the pain I endure while slowly cutting my pale tender flesh... it will ne òver amount to the pain I put her through!
I slowly untangle the sheets from my body and walk to the bathroom. I preform my morning duties. After I get out of the shower I refuse to look at myself in the mirror, afraid I might see that mark on my neck. That butterfly.. taunting me with its red glow. It reminds me of those memories.... those unwanted memories.
My eye unconoously wanders to a spot of the bathroom mirror that hasnt been fogged up. I see the mark, taunting me, teasing me. Guilt and rage squeeze my heart. I refuse to cry anymore. I wont dwell on the past anymore. An angry face replaces my normally angelic features ( narcissitic biyatch! ). I rase my fist and slam it into the mirror. The shattered pieces fly to t he ground as I examine my bleeding hand. Surprisngly I felt satisfaction in hearing the glass shatter and fall before me.
I've made up my mind. Im going back. But this time, no sacrifice is going to help them escape from hell. They WILL feel my pain, alive or not..