I remember back to that times when I'm still happy and contented. A little child who doesn't have any serious problems at all. A one big happy family.
But one night changed it all.
A night changed me.
A night that changed us.
The unforgettable night for us.
I thought everything's fine and me and my family will ended up with a happy ending.
But I didn't expect what happened that night.
A shocking night.
A night that made me realized something.
A night that will stuck forever in my mind.
I won't forgive it..
I can't forgive it..
I won't forget it.
Because that night...
My parents are silently sleeping on their bed while I planned something that will change everything.
Y/n was there.. she's sleeping peacefully.. my sibling are sleeping peacefully..
And I stabbed her with the knife I'm holding. Repeatedly. Like a broke CD that keeps repeating. Stab. Stab. Stab. Until I knew she was dead.
Blood was everywhere. On the bed, on my knife, my clothes, on Y/n, on my face. Everything. But I enjoyed it. I'M HAPPY!
I next went to my parents room. I silently opened their door and walked in while holding my knife tightly.
As when I reached them, I lice my father's throat and stab my mom repeatedly like what I did to my sibling.
I'm so happy.
I'm enjoying it.
But something is not right.
Why I'm doing this?
I killed them..
Why I killed them?!
I don't know...
But I know something. There's a voice inside my head that says, "You must kill them or they will kill you."
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