My mind in tatters, I felt my will to fight leave me.
It continued to my parents room, leaving a trail of blood. My mother's blood.
There it slid into the room and slit my father's throat.
I could hear the ugly sounds of him chocking on his own blood.
His face contorted in horror as the knowledge that he was about to die hit him.
His eyes filled with the question, why? as he stared into my eyes.
I could see the light fade from his eyes and tears fell because I heard him utter it's not your fault.
The deed done, he relinquished possession of my body.
My eyes drowning in tears I screamed obscenities at it.
It laughed and grinned at my pain.
It relished my hatred
It craved my anger.
I screamed,shouted and pleaded for it to finish the job.
I wanted it to end me too.
I wanted it to kill me too.
I couldn't live with this, not with the knowledge of what I had done.
With it's fading laughter it vanished but not without promising to return one day.
I sat there a young child who still had the feeling of his parents death at his hands...
I could hear something break, a glass shatter.
And then I screamed.
