Thump,thump,thump. You heart beats as you look at the body on the ground. It was a young woman with white-ish blonde hair and green eyes. Your mom…. you just killed your mom,but as you stand there you feel no remorse,no guilt, you felt absolutely nothing. You gessus that is what you get for being a physcopath. You look down at the knife in your hand, it was sharp with blood dripping from the blade. You look over at your dad who is in the corner scared to death, of what you are going to do. "What?" you hiss at him. Your dad shakes his head and tears stream down his eyes. In all honesty your dad deserves death. Ever since you were young you have been terribly abused by him. The abuse was done behind your mother's back. But as your father stands there pleading for his life, you decide his fate here and now. "Why should i spare you? You used to beat me behind my own mothers back,and when i went into the room with bruises, she would always ask why i had bruises. But i would always lie to her and i fell down outside or something. But that was never the case was it. No it wasn't because you always hit me. So now it my turn to get you back."you snap at him, your face stone cold as you moved towards him."listen son i can explain. I thought it was for the best. You see you don't know how hard it was to raise-" you cut him by snarling at him. "That is not an excuse. You raised dirk and you did not beat him. So why did you hit me?." you snap. You've had enough of games. So in that moment you lunge at him. He tries to get away but pin him down by his hips. You pick up the same knife that you had used on your mother and drove it into his gut. The blood came out of his gut like a fountain. You have always had a knack for murder. You supposed it ran in your genes. Your father eventually stopped breathing. You nod at your work and clean the blood up. As soon as the whole house was spotless and the blood and any evidence was rid off, you called your older cousin and asked if you could stay with her for a while. You faked a smile as she said yes and you hung up the phone. You pack your things and look around at the little house you killed your parents in a walk out he door. Not wanting to return for a very long time.