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I sit along my front porch darkness filling the streets only slit rays of light emitting from the light poles with a distance of darkness between them, but they granted just the amount of light to see through this darkness. My hand gripped the handle that I had placed in my hand not to long earlier. The blade that was attached to the handle reflected amounts the lights. I glance over to my right hand were the blade was gripped from, Watching the oozing red thick liquid drip on the porch floor. A grin grows on my cold face and a feeling of relief and joy came to my heart. I finally snapped…… It’s all over. At the moment of realization my grinned face turns in to a faint smile and eventually in to a strong grinding of my teeth. I ….It wasn’t a dream I really killed them…. I begin to laugh as tears run down my face like dogs chasing after cats them continue to come one after the other. I laugh in realization. I….It was over. My heart grows cold and my lively eyes died at that moment, showing no emotion my face turned blank. I release a sigh and get to my feet. My combats stomped the porch hard as a struggled to get to my feet. With The blade still in hand I walk into the house I never considered anything, but a living hell. Memories of the screaming and fighting that was once there… were shattered by the silence… finally peace a quite… It…It was wonderful! What I had been wanting for a life time, to finally may them all relax and to hear silence in a place I was forced to call my home! Blood stand the floor that I stood on and with every loud stomp of my combats I stepped closer and closer into the empty home throwing my hoodie over my head. There was one more… she was still alive heh…. I have to put her out of her misery it wouldn’t be fair if I left her in this world of suffering. I make my way to the stair well stepping over my own mother’s body. I no longer cared. She was nothing to me all I could think of was killing that little bitch who hid in the closet. She was a witness so regardless I couldn’t let her live. I finally make my way up the stair creeping noises of the houses silent whispers filled the house I couldn’t tell if it was just the voices in my head or the actual house speaking to me. I don’t mind it an I continue on [should I continue?]