"You're a monster, Klavris." I always knew he hated me. At this point there was crackling lightning surrounding me. My father lunged at me, but before he could stab me, I grabbed his wrist, turning it around, and plunged the butcher knife in his chest. Sorry I'm bad at describing my own stories so here's a random quote from it. It'll make sense if you read it, anygay biii!