Prologue
"Dougie, are you coming or not…Dougie?"
"What?"
Dougie looked up from his lap and looked at his little sister with scrunched up eyebrows, clearly showing his confusion. Jazzie sighed and placed her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes in annoyance before taking a step forward and grabbing his arms. She leaned back as she pulled; causing his arms to become uncrossed from around his knees and was successful in pulling him to his feet.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"You forgot already?" Jazzie widened her eyes in disbelief as she looked at her older brother. "I always knew that I should have been born first. I'm more responsible."
Dougie rolled his eyes at her teasing, something that they constantly did, to get a rise out of each other. But they knew that they didn't mean anything that was being said.
"Dougie, do you really not remember?" Jazzie asked quietly as she took his hand.
"No, I really don't." Dougie replied as he looked down at her face.
"You're forgetting a lot of things lately." She muttered. "Mum's getting worried."
"Mum's been worried about me since I was born." Dougie scoffed in reply. "It's something all mum's do, they worry.
"Too true." Jazzie replied as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. She tightened her grip on Dougie's hand and started to lead him down the grassy hill that he was sitting on. "Come on, let's go."
Dougie sighed in exasperation as he let himself be led by his younger sister to the destination that he had no knowledge of. He shoved his other hand into his pocket and looked at the face of each adult that he passed. Thinking the same thing about each of them.
Would he hit his child?
Would she hit her child?
Would they ever think of killing their children?
Have they ever tried?
It's thoughts like these that have been keeping Dougie so distant lately.
So distant…nobody knows what's going on inside his head…
And that's the whole problem…