"We are all going to die someday why not everyone just die today?" I speak to my parents with a sickly sweet grin. A knife in one hand and a gun the other. Their faces covered with fear backing up slightly. Careful not to set off the psycho that they once called their little girl. Stepping forward with one giant step I am 3ft from them. "Are you scared of me? Are you scared of your beloved daughter?" I say staring at them. They don't speak a word not a sound the only sound there is my baby sister crying. "Answer me! My dear old parents." I shout calming down at the last part. Moving my black and purple eyes with the knife. Drawing some blood "Oh goodie blood. Look at the red color it's so pretty." I say staring at the blood. Looking back at my parent signaling that they need to talk. "So are you scared of me?" i ask again more slowly. They nod their frantically their blond hair moving with them. I smile a really big smile " Wrong answer sorry."...................................................................................
