They say history repeats, and Edna Konrad had learned this the most heartwrenching way possible.

There she stood at the top of the staircase, just as she had ten years ago. Once again staring down at a mangled, dying body. The croquet mallet fell from her hands with a clatter as the girl's knees gave out beneath her, and she sat there trembling.

She remembered the look on Alfred's face when his head had made contact with the floor. He didn't cry, or scream, or whine pitifully like when she would push him off a swing or throw his homework in a puddle. It was a shocked, wide-eyed expression of sadness that said one thing: "Edna, Why?"

Dr. Marcel had the exact same look on his face when Edna struck him.

The mallet came down with a crack, right on the side of the old man's face. He stumbled back, toppling down the stairs violently before smacking into the floor. There he lay, his legs twisted and contorted, blood dripping from his right eye. A soft moan indicated he wasn't dead yet, but he wouldn't last without medical attention.

He was going to die, just like Alfred. It was all her fault.

"It's ok, Edna."

The squeaky voice pierced through her trance like a knife. It was the same voice that had urged her to push Alfred so long ago, and the same one that had urged her to do the same to his father. Harvey.

She turned to look at the little stuffed rabbit sitting against her old bedroom door. He was smiling at her, trying his best to assure her.

"We're going to be alright, you'll see!" He said cheerfully. "He's gone! We're finally free!"

Edna didn't respond. Normally, Harvey words would have given her great comfort. But here they rang hollow. She wanted him to tell her it wasn't her fault, that she wasn't a murderer. But Harvey just giggled and gushed about running away to join the circus, not realizing, or even caring, that they had just killed a man.

"...an elephant to work in the morning, all the free cotton candy we can eat..."

Edna slowly got up, taking the stuffed rabbit in her arms as he continued to run his mouth. His words were completely deaf to her as she decended the staircase, stepping over Marcel's body and getting away from it as quickly as possible.

As she walked through her old home, memories began to return like missing pieces of a puzzle. She didn't need Harvey's tempomorphing this time. Having unearthed the long repressed, traumatic memory of killing Alfred seemed to be the key to unlocking the rest of her mind.

They came to her like faded images. When she looked at the staircase leading from the second floor, Edna could see herself as a little girl pretending to be Cinderella losing a glass slipper. Alfred would come running, acting as the prince, yelling at her for derailing the story where Cinderella beat up the stepmother and stepsisters when she got home from the ball.

Her eyes fell on the kitchen, and Edna could hear her young counterpart doing her homework with Alfred, who always relented after her countless begging to tell him the answers.

She could see the one time they had ever spoken to each other tenderly. Sitting against the wall of family photos, Alfred was quiet for once as he told Edna about how much he missed his mother. She remembered how she had hugged Harvey to her chest as she told him she felt the same way.

A small smile almost crept on to her face as she looked around her home, seeing a new memory pop up wherever she looked. Then her eyes fell on her father's room, and it vanished almost immediately.

Mattis. In all her brief visits to the past, all she saw was a man who seemed to favor a snot-nosed brat over his own daughter. But now, looking at where he used to be triggered new images.

In one, a five-year-old Edna came running out of his room, squealing with laughter as he grabbed her from behind and tossed her in the air. In another, he was soothing her with a lulliby after a particulalry bad nightmare. A third one showed him handing her a little blue stuffed rabbit, grinning at the look of absolute delight on her face.

She remembered him spending hours on the phone, arguing with public schools over her bad behavior. She remembered how his wedding ring was no longer on his finger after Mr. Hornbush began homeschooling her.

Edna felt a sickening feeling in her stomach as she realized just how much her father had sacrificed for her his entire life. No matter how much she misbehaved or made things difficult for him, he was always on her side.

And because of her, that cost him his life.

"Edna?" Harvey's voice finally got her attention. "Why are you crying...?"

She broke into a sudden sprint, racing down the stairs and out the door, running further and further down the road. Away from her old home, away from her old life.

She didn't look back.