F/C = favourite colour
___________________________After the talk with the headmaster and the detention you walked home. It was much later than you usually were (because of the detention) so you were a bit worried about what you parents would say.
~time skip~
When you finally got back and opened the door you instantly realised something was wrong. The house was so quiet. Usually someone was yelling. You pushed away your worries and assumed that your parents had just gone out. Yes. That would be what had happened. You went to your F/C room and sat on your bed. At some point you must have fallen asleep because you then woke up and realised it was 1:30 am. You listened carefully.... there was still no one home. That was worrying. Unless... your parents had come in when you were sleeping. But no, you were a very light sleeper so you would have heard the door slam. That meant they still hadn't got back yet. You ran to their bedroom, just to check. They weren't there. You checked downstairs. They weren't there. Maybe they had just got drunk. Yes! That would explain it. They got drunk and... and what? Forgot to come home?
"Maybe they forgot about you."
Said a voice. You span around but there was no one there.
"Who are you?" You asked, cautiously.
"I'm you. Just the better part." The voice said. Then you realised that it wasn't coming from near you. It was inside your head. Great.
" what do you mean, the better part?"
"I mean I'm the better part. I'm braver, cooler, and I'm the part that will help you."
What.
"But you can call me Insanity."
"Does this mean I'm insane?" You asked, scared that that could even happen.
"Well... yes. But you have to admit, you don't mind. You want them to suffer too..."
"No! I don't want anyone to suffer! My parents love me!"
"Really? After all they have done to you? Don't delude yourself."
"....."
"I knew it. You want them to die. You want everyone to Die!
And if you let me help you, we can make a plan."
You gave in. Why argue with someone who obviously knew what you wanted even before you yourself knew.
"Right. So what we need first is that knife in the kitchen cupboard...Ok?"
"Yes. Got it!" You felt the excitement kicking in.
It's time to finally let the anger have a chance to learn how to use a knife.
