I can't remember when I lost it. No, no. I remember. It was when I realized no one would ever listen to me. At that point...I was feeling the worst feeling I've ever known. All those years...just bottled up. I snapped and went crazy. My fists punched the walls, took a swing at anything close enough to hit. I was screaming like I was being stabbed. I think I was 8...yeah, I was 8. Just a stupid eight-year-old girl that no one believed.
It was a stupid life. A meaningless life. As I grew up I reacted negatively with emotion. I'd hide from it, not dare touch it. It was easier to deal with. Life was easier to deal with. It's just that...no one ever told me that sometimes the easiest way isn't the best way.
We are meant to be hurt. Our eyes were meant for crying, but they were also meant for seeing. I just couldn't see that I didn't have to be alone. I didn't see that I should have at least tried. But that's because I was blind. I was blind, and foolish. No one was there to guide me, so I decided to let the wind guide me.
And eventually, it lead me here. Back to my old mansion. My parents used to live here happily with me, until I started mentioning the things I saw. It became too much for them and they handed me over to a strict boarding school, making me someone else's problem.
Ah, good times.
So here I am. Looking up at the faded and old mansion as the snow is falling down, eagerly wanting to meet the ground. Victoria stands next to me, and wraps her coat tighter around herself.
"So this is it?", she asks me, "This is your home?"
I smile and look at her. "Once. Not anymore. But...I just needed to see it one last time."