The clock ticked away as the night grew deeper and quieter. I searched for the knife they always used against me, they had dedicated that one knife to me. And now I was going to dedicate it to them. They even called it 'Chase.' My mind was a contaminated mess by the time I found the knife in the pocket of dads pants. Every second in their room felt like a nightmare, I was afraid they'd wake up and beat me out of my misery but I had to keep going, I had to put an end to it once and for all.
Holding the blade tight in my hand, I stepped closer to their bed. They looked different when they were sleeping, looking at them now, I'd never for a second think that they are capable of doing the things they do. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they look like completely normal parents but I know
