This isn't working. Not at all. I keep reading and learning and not understanding and you know something? It's killing me. Ok, something really bad happened to me that my sisters won't talk about. Violet and Sunny. I should really ask them, but what about all these other people? Lemony, Kit, Jacques, Duncan, Isadora, Quigley, Olaf, Esme, Carmilita, Mr. Poe…who are they. Some are mentioned multiple times but most of them have few entrances with wide gaps between. Who were they and what did they do to me while I could remember.

I suppose that's quiet silly to say. When I could remember that is, I can remember now. Just not well. My memories are like old photographs that were badly printed on soggy toilet paper. Disordered and blurry. I mean, I can see and remember key things, a face or a name, but the rest is a blank.

There was a man with one eyebrow…a, oh what was it…a closet or a wardrobe. Then there are my dreams. I've discovered that I have this recurring nightmare. I don't understand it at all. I'm running and running then I'm clinging onto the back of…someone/something. Then fear, then relief, and finally I'm out of breath and then this gray blur swings down and crushes me. What is this stupid thing about?

My head really, really hurts. Bad. I'm going to talk to one of my sisters. Which is which I don't know, but I should ask them…what was it again?

Klaus reread his passage.

My accident. I should ask them. Right now before I explode from pain.

Klaus stood up, his writing finished for now, and walked towards the little girl.

"Um…Sunny?" His voice was soft and tentative. What if this was Violet? No, she looked up and was smiling brightly.

"Yes?" She put down the cookbook she had been reading and swung her legs over the haystack. "What do you want?" Klaus shifted his weight nervously and began to walk to the edge of the open train car. Sitting down he waited for her.

"Sunny, what happened to me?" She raised an eyebrow. "I mean, why do I forget things that I don't read multiple times? Like if you were to tell me what day it is, then ask me thirty seconds later. I wouldn't be able to tell you. Why-how-what happened?"

Sunny furrowed her brow. "Well," She slowly began, "I don't really remember…I was barley six at the time…" Sunny looked uncomfortable. And Klaus knew. He knew that she knew what happened.

"Why won't you tell me?" Klaus pleaded.

"Because I can't remember that far! Today's the fifth of March, what day is it?" Her voice was accusing.

"It's…um…"

"See! You know what it's like to not remember! And I can't remember that far back, ok!" She squirmed and kicked out at the bushes.

"You can hurt yourself doing that." Klaus told her. She gave a snort and the two were silent. "Please Sunny! I know that you know! This is how you acted when I wanted to know who the one eye browed man was! And you said, 'I don't know. I can't remember.' But you can Sunny! You can! Don't even pretend you can't, because I know what it's like to not be able to do anything. I can barley tell people my name. Don't you even try to tell me you don't remember!" Klaus was just as surprised by his outburst as Sunny. But he waited. If she would answer him, he would drop it.

Her face turned from stunned, to guilty, to angry. "You don't know what it's like!" She shouted poking him in the chest, " You have no idea what kind of pain I go through every day because of you! And what happened to you! I was barley three when you lost me. I turned three years old in a baking pan, in the trunk of a mad mans car! You can do anything you want and it doesn't matter, because you can't remember hurting me. If you're so high and mighty then go figure it out on your own!" With that the small girl got up and kicked Klaus' side.

"Well maybe I will!" Klaus growled jumping to his feet.

"Then go ahead a be a…a genius!" Sunny howled at him and hit him again.

Klaus grabbed both of Sunny's wrists and held them tight. Bringing her closer her hissed into her scared face, "If you don't hurt me, I don't hurt you. If you won't help me I won't help you."

"Klaus! You're hurting me!" Sunny said struggling to free herself.

Klaus tightened his grip and Sunny let out a yelp. "Then stop struggling!" He tugged the small girl closer to his face. "Look into my eyes Sunny." She wouldn't. He shook her roughly, "Look! And tell me if you see me going back on what I said. If it was my fault you were captured I'm sorry, but don't you go blaming everything on me. It's not all my fault! It isn't my fault!" Klaus threw her from him and into one of the haystacks. Sunny rubbed her wrists and began to cry.

Klaus didn't care. And he wrote, watching her.

I've discovered that not even my sisters think I'm competent enough to know why I'm so messed up. They don't trust me, so I won't trust them. And if they hurt me…

He glanced up at his sisters. Violet was leaning over Sunny, back from her car hoping and was crooning over Sunny. Sunny was still crying but she wouldn't answer Violet. Violet looked at Klaus and walked over.

"What happened to Sunny's wrists? She all bruised!" Klaus looked straight at Sunny.

"I don't know."

"She won't tell me what happened! Please tell me you know!"

"I don't know. Maybe…maybe she won't tell you because she can't remember." Sunny looked away. Klaus turned back to his book.

…I'll hurt them.