“No! No! Just shut up!”

I screamed, beating at his chest with open-handed slaps. He frowned, but continued, stepping back out of slapping range.

“And don’t you want to know about your beloved brother? How he died? And how it’s all your fault?”

I gave an inhuman growl and balled up a hand. Raising my fist, I saw him cower slightly.

“I cannot believe that I used to love you. I cannot believe that you murdered everything close to me. I just can’t believe you anymore, Derek!”

I yelled, before allowing my hand to fly forward. I watched him in slow motion as he flew back a good five feet to hit the solid brick wall. Then I turned and fled.

Fled into the empty night. This night, it had been Derek and myself’s six month anniversary. We’d been going out for six months tonight. But when I came home and I found him, mopping up blood. And then he began to tell me how he killed my entire familiy, even the kittens, even the baby bunny.

How he killed them all.

And you know the story from there.