The Return of Kitten The Bug (As an adult) - Visiting a Dead House - Ep 12

The cracked flagstones of the country house looked disastrous with the freshly painted roof. The new owners had hideous taste, or so I thought. What was once a homey, cosy front window is now replaced with an aura of ominous mystery. Any sentimental attachment for this place had been abolished.  On a happier day, with the sun shining cheerfully through puffy white clouds onto our recently mown lawn... A memory I can no longer recollect.  Through my twisted core, the guilt of killing Fluffy and Sid, all I can see is the dilapidated remains of where I could truly relax.  I skirted around the empty log pile, which should have been full, as winter days were soon approaching. Nobody left knows how to tend to flowers. The delicate midnight blue pansies had vanished. This dropped me into an endless sense of trauma.

My home had faded away.  I no longer recognised it.  Now fully grown, I can still see a ghostly figure of a child playing on the lawn: myself.  But I don't remember it... Who am I?  What have I done?