Past, part 2

I honestly don't know why my mind continues to turn this way, anxiously twisting its neck to check behind itself, to look back down the road. There is nothing following me; I am separate and walk alone on this trail of memory...
It happened so suddenly, and yet with such a clarity that it lingers still, a flash-frozen moment in time. I was reading, thinking, as usual, when the voices of my Mother and Father came rumbling through the walls from the Outside.
"We've got to get rid of it! Don't you understand? Look at the news--what do you think they'll do to us if they find we've got one in our home--"
"They'll fine us, hon. Nothing more. There are others who bought them, remember Gertrude was thinking about getting an egg herself after seeing this guy--"
"A fine? We've got no money as it is, with that damn thing eating us out of house and home! We've got to get rid of it, and fast!"
A quavering sound of confusion came from me as I looked up from the pages. The voices instantly quieted, fading into incoherence. After a few moments of this awkward silence I turned back to the book, only to be disturbed again as crashing noises came from the stair-Wall. Father's voice roared down the structure, filled with a wrath that was usually saved for my gravest transgressions. It had been accompanied with discipline and pain of the highest degree, and I instantly dropped the book and pushed myself back against the Wall. What had I done wrong? I had done nothing wrong--
"Get up. Get up now." When I hesitated, I was dragged up into a crouching position. "Get the hell up! Go--up the stairs!"
The stair-Wall? I wasn't allowed to go there, wasn't I? I itched for a page and something to scrawl with, but received a blow to the face instead. Pain bloomed like a flower and my limbs warmed, and I scurried up the stair-Wall in a dash of fear. The stairs extended out in empty space, little floors set higher and higher and connected with tiny Walls. This was madness! There were only four Walls...oh, I'd have to measure them, I'd have to figure out what was going on--
"Go! Get moving!" Again with the roar of rage. My vision blurred with the sudden abundance of light and the tears in my eyes, splitting into multiple prismatic images. Blindly I scampered on through endless, bewildering space, bumping into odd shapes and structures that lasted only as dark blots in my sight. The ground changed under my feet, raising up for a second and then becoming...soft...furry, like the blanket I had slept on. More light was around me--where was it coming from? Were there thousands of light bulbs illuminating this giant space?
"Outside! Go!"
NO! No, the Outside--I was never to go there, I was never supposed to flee into its womb! Only Mother and father were strong enough to venture into its clutches and live; I would surely die if I was to so much as reach out and touch it...
I was there. Outside. It had swallowed me, I knew it. The light and the strange warmth were its insides, the soft floor its innards. I was dead, i was surely dead...I had done something terrible to be subjected to such a fate. "Go on! Scat!" Scat? What was that? Was scat being dead? No--please no!I reversed direction, tried to double back and was pushed along by an unyielding force.
Another blow to the head, this time landing even though the voice was faraway. That was the final bizarre straw; everything was too new, too strange for me to stand. I was in the Outside--fine! Let it consume me so that I wouldn't be afraid, I wouldn't be without Mother and Father! I turned and ran, the prisms still stuck in my eyes, like little diamonds, like ice. Flash-frozen fear.