Henry's POV
I stared at the starry sky while dangling my legs at the edge of the turning carousel.
"It's beautiful here," I mumbled, my right hand bleeding on my lap.
I languidly leaned back, tilting my head to look at the blond man with green eyes on the leading horse.
Two ropes attached to its saddle led to the two horses a meter in the back, on which the two children sat.
"I don't think I like your metaphors, my love..." I murmured.
A carousel that turned in an endless cycle, and when it wasn't pulled forward by 'trauma' anymore, it turned backwards, revealing the most jarring memories.
Counterclockwise, just as if time itself were turned back.
The first time I was on it and punched the first guy, nothing happened, but when it changed directions, I saw the past upon touching the fourth guy to smash his face.
Just with a touch, like with Kenny.
And it was the memory that connected Kenny to the prisoners, which was traumatic.
