"You don't know!" He abruptly interrupted her, "Those memories can never be replaced." His eyes inadvertently closed, his face pale, resisting the scenes flashing again in his mind, "Do you think a child, constantly whipped by his own mother; with his head forced into cold water, water surging in through his ears and nostrils, those memories of suffocating death, how could they ever be replaced?"
Mabel Quinn felt all the hair on her body stand on end. Is this... Kyle's memory? Is that... the memory of Kyle Kinston's childhood birthday?
"Mother would hysterically scream, why were you born, why are you alive, why don't you just die..." His voice continued in a low murmur, but each word was like a sharp blade, piercing her eardrums.
Her nose felt a sting, and her eyes were already shrouded in a layer of mist. She didn't know... she didn't know his memories were so painful, yet earlier, she had spoken so lightly, thinking it was easy to replace those so-called 'bad' memories of his.
