If she looked closely, she'd be able to see a boy, the boy that came at her house about the time she was born and was all bruised up and battered." My dad.... He told me I did wrong. So I had to cut myself. It's what he taught me." He said as she pressed the towel to his arms as he sobbed and thought about his father." You were never told why I lived with you till I was of age. But my dad screwed me up and told me to cut myself and when I didn't he would do it deep. Whenever I fucked up badly.... He would make me cut and.... I fucked up bad today. I made you hurt!" He let out in a painful whimper before watching her throw the instrument away and looked at her in a confused way when she told him no. But then he pulled her close to him, buried his face into her chest and started to cry as his wounds started to heal." I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Sarah. I should have told you. I should have remembered your torment."