CHAPTER ELEVEN
Scott hadn’t really wanted to kill the damned dog, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. It didn’t help that the angels were angry with him, telling him he wasn’t moving fast enough. He could feel the pressure growing more intense by the hour and he hated it when the angels were mad at him. They knew how to make him suffer when they wanted. They made the voices worse. They made them louder. The angrier the angels grew, the louder the voices became, until they were so loud he couldn’t hear anything else. You’re not good enough, they taunted. You’re not smart enough. That’s why you’re alone and that’s why you have nothing. It’s all your fault, they’d chant.
That’s why he had to choose something clever, in this case killing the dog, that way they smile upon him
