Blair was always a bit different from her family. While her parents and siblings enjoyed socializing with others and going out, Blair preferred to stay at home with her books. She found solace in the world of fiction, where she could lose herself in other people's stories and forget about her own.
But as Blair got older, her differences became more pronounced. She began to withdraw from her family even more, becoming more and more isolated. Her parents tried to get her to come out of her shell, but Blair resisted. She felt like no one understood her, and she was convinced that something was wrong with her.
One night, something snapped in Blair. She had been feeling increasingly angry and resentful toward her family, and she couldn't take it anymore. She got up from her bed, quietly crept to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. She tiptoed to her parents' room and entered silently.
Blair's parents were fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in their own home. Blair felt a surge of adrenaline as she raised the knife and plunged it into her father's chest. He gasped for air, trying to scream, but Blair quickly covered his mouth and continued to stab him until he stopped moving.
Blair then turned to her mother, who had woken up at the sound of the struggle. But it was too late. Blair was already on top of her, plunging the knife into her chest over and over again until she, too, was motionless.
Blair's siblings were next. She killed them in their sleep, one by one, until the house was silent once again. And in the aftermath of the massacre, Blair felt... nothing
