Anger and hate. That's all I feel as I look around, breathing hard. They course through my veins and make my head pound. My mind is full of hatred for the three things I am looking at. I see a mutt, and two smaller creatures that seem to resemble her. The ugly mutt looks at me, gray eyes wide, "don't do this!" she screams desperately, as if I would care. She throws itself in front of the creatures.
For some reason, this infuriates me further; sends my mind into a crazier frenzy than before. I don't know where I am, everything is too bright and sparkling, and the only thing I feel sure of is that this mutt is the reason thousands of people are dead, including my parents. My parents, who feel like part of a distant world I don't remember.
Now she thinks she has the right to try and protect these smaller versions of her? I walk forward and roughly push her aside. I look at the one she was standing in front of, a boy with blonde curls and for a moment I hesitate until I see her eyes on his face. Those eyes, the source of my fear and rage, make the voices in my head scream for his death. I'm about to slash my knife through him when everything goes black.