Frank came by the mess of rocks and boulders where I'd dug him up, he kneeled and stared at something. I felt a pinch of concern and yelled at him: "What is it honey? What is there?"
Frank didn't answer, but reached out his hand and seemed to touch the ground. He threw me a cautious glance and then stared at the hill, the rocks and what was on the ground. Suddenly he stood up.
"Oh, oh no." He moaned. "This can't be true."

I felt panic in my stomach, jumped up and ran towards him. What was it that he had seen on the ground? He looked at me with fear in his eyes and stepped backwards, his hand raised in defence. "Don't come near me, you creature of Satan." He whispered. Frank followed me with his eyes, as I slowly walked past him to the rocks. There I saw a torn piece of his shirt under a boulder, and a large pool of blood, that had soaked the ground. It clearly didn't come from a little scratch, it had come from an arterial bleed.Like when an arm or leg had been crushed by a rock. An accident which someone couldn't have survived, or at least not be able to walk around and stretch your arms and legs. I stood there a moment, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do or so, I kept my eyes on the ground. My thoughts raced through my head, but I felt paralyzed.

"So this is who you really are. This is what you just called: "I'm a little agressive."" His voice sounded as if he could loose it any minute. "You know, I seriously considered giving you another chance when I walked around. But then I saw this!" He pointed to the blood on the ground. "I first didn't understand, but suddenly, the memories washed over me, as if a curtain was lifted from my brain. I saw. I knew. It all came back." He took a deep breath and then stepped towards me, with a dangerous flicker in his eye. "It... All came back to me, Mandy."

I couldn't ignore the threat in his voice and looked up. His face was red, and his mouth distorted from anger.
"I... I... I don't want to do that anymore, Frank." My voice did not came from Maniac Mandy, it came from a very scared girl.
"It's a little too late for regret, Mandy. I mean, how many times did you already kill me, woman? Don't you have a heart or something?" He pushed my chest real hard, so that I stumbled backwards. "You must be a monster. And I hate you."