Burying the Hatchet

Elizabeth having past episodes of blackouts isn't sure of herself either. With a knife on her hand covered in blood stains. Wailing police sirens in the background. She can't believe her own eyes. The once radiant living room is reduced to nothing but a pile of disarrayed furniture, broken vases and table. She vividly remembers how they spend the weekends binge watching their favorite crime series. Shaking, she roam her eyes around. A horrendous sight of stale bodies. The ones she knew so well. All her life there were the only comfort she's known. The warmth and security in their presence.

Her father lied lifeless next to her game set. With a stab wound on the upper right of his back. She ran to her mother's room, only to find her in the tub with slashed neck bathing in her own blood as the water overflows. Lastly, her sister was tied up in the post, mouth foaming next to a glass of mock tail. She was hysterically shivering with cold sweats at the same time. While the cops slapped cuffs on her wrists. Has she become the monster she feared for years? A murderer on her eighteenth birthday.