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*Brandon should be cherished.* *I will not steal from him.* *My mother needs to be stopped.* *How good would it feel to just shove her down the stairs?* *Maybe I could put a drug in her coffee, frame it as an overdose.* *Oh, or possibly just go the painful route and torture her the way she just tortured me--* I notice my fist tightening once again, and I release my fingers. Blood. Four drops where the tiny crest-shaped marks are printed. I wipe it on my carpet and lie on the floor. I need to remain calm. I need to remain sane. Brandon is the top priority, and I can't compromise that with my... strange thoughts. I walk to the bathroom and undress to take a hot shower for as long as the water remains hot. As I wash away the dirt from the day, I wash away the darkness of my mind. Or so I hope.
Chapter One
