"I die ALL the time." I say. "I keep coming back over and over and over and OVER again. It hurts, each and every time. I don't stay dead."

"Well, that's good, I suppose..." Marley replied, sweat dropping.

"It's not." I say. "Even worse is..." I murmur the rest to where no one hears.

"I beg your pardon?" Oxy asked. "I couldn't hear that." Oxy said.

"Even worse is that I....." I murmur again and cover my face.

"I couldn't catch that either." Oxy said. "How about you right it down?" Oxy suggested.

I burst out crying.

Marley handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here." she offered.

I write down:
When I was 8, I was kidnapped by this guy who acted like my father, and he tried to get my attention, but he was very aware of my power. So, for punishments, he kills me in sadistic ways. I'm pretty sure he killed my parents, too.
"I wish I COULD DIE!" I say.

"That's so sad." Marley replied with a tear in her eye.

I put my hood on and tighten it. At the time, I just looked like an orange pillow with brown dots.

"Do you need a hug?" MArley asked, after thinking she heard some crying coming from him.

I just keep still.

"Kenny?" Marley asked.

I pull the strings tighter.