a killer

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I run up to my room crying. I start to wonder why he/she, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL VINCENT, killed them. I slowly walk down stairs and grab a soda out of the fridge. I walk back into the room with Vincent, and Scott and take a seat.
Vincent: I am sorry Andy
Me: just shut up
I realize I am starting to cry and so I turn around away from my parents.
Scott: Vincent stop being an ass
Vincent: Scott, watch your language!
Me: he is not being an ass, Scott he is being a bitch!
Scott: now our son hates you
I rip off my green jacket, and throw it into the fireplace. Vincent starts to cry.
Vincent: FINE THEN I WILL LEAVE!!!!
I can't control my actions as my dad/mom starts to leave I throw a knife at him, I don't even wait for him to stand, and I run up to my room. I could have just killed my dad/mom and I don't even regret it? (In the comments guess whether or not Vincent is dead and why please and thank you)

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