"Vance, please don't do this! You are all we have left." His mother weeps. His father talks through the door but Vance ignores their pleads. "They just want to pull us out of here and turn us into the police!" His mind shouts at him.
"No, they wouldn't do that! They love me!"
"But seems like they loved their little baby Tommy more. Once they catch us we go to the big house buddy."
"But I didn't kill him!"
"Yes, you did. Might as well point the gun at him yourself. You heard that baboon, he didn't even fight back. You shot him, you had the blood all over yourself." Vance's mind feels like a beaver is patting it with his tail. Slowly getting more and more insane by the second and suddenly he realizes it. He did kill his brother.
"And you wanna know the worst part, there was no killer. You imagined it just to calm yourself down and keep the blame off yourself." Vance's poor weak mind is now turning on him telling him lies.
"Your right! I did this all by myself," he gives a loud cry and starts destroying his room. He brakes the every picture on his wall. Knocks down his TV and flips his bed over and completely trashes his room.
"We have to do something!" His reflection sits on his bed and shrugs.
"Like I told you, we kill them."
"Why?"
"Well, they figure out that you killed Tommy they will turn us in. But if we kill them then they won't go through the pain of their eldest son killing his own brother." Vance nods and then starts planning the whole thing with the help with himself.
