I lived to tell my story to the ones who thought I was joking. I am here now. But it's not over until I am done with the people who hurt me...
The living room was nearly empty. A few boxes were left in the corner. The hardwood floor was covered in a thin layer of dust from the move. I remember what it used to look like. A red couch against the window. A black table holding a small TV. I remember it, and it was beautiful. I should go now. The damage is done. Well... There was a picture. There was picture of his family hanging in the hallway. They didn't take it down? I was brought back for a reason. I know - but maybe my reason was... Those stupid thoughts. I walked to the hallway silently. Why? I don't know. They were gone and he was dead. I took the picture of the nail. Break it! But I can't! Do it! I smashed te picture to the gorund. Shattered glass lay on the family. I must go now...
...Now that the damage is done...