Can you taste it? This madness? I think I can. It's been eating away at me for a while. A very long while… I can't remember how long. Does it matter? Really? I know you'll ask that unanswerable question, too. 'Why?' I can answer it- I lied about it being unanswerable, but it's unanswerable as well, too. Because, although I can list off the reasons one by one, give them along with earnest eyes and an eager smile, truth be told, I don't even remember anymore. What does that mean? It means I've memorized my responses. They used to be mine, but now they're not. The other me is dead, I think. Her responses and feelings are seared into my mind, along with her love for you two. I think. And especially you, but I don't know for sure. Complicated, surely. My revenge wasn't my/her idea, but I think I/she would have liked it all the same. Because the reasons are hers/mine. Does it matter? No, it don't think so. But maybe. Possibly. You wouldn't want to ignore it, would you? No, I don't think so. I know that because although I've forgotten a lot of details about her/my life, I still remember you two. Burned into my memory. Because you two were the highlight of her/my life. Especially you. And one of you would taunt me, but care for me as well, so you wouldn't ignore it. You loved me most of all. And she/me was sorry that she couldn't love you back with as much passion as you loved her, but I don't care. Not really. But you, the one I think I still love, the one she loved the most, the one I shamelessly stole when she died, you wouldn't ignore it because you care. Not just for me, although you care for me too, but you care. You care like I don't. You're kind where I'm cruel. So you wouldn't ignore it… ignore what? I forget. This madness. Can you taste it? I think I can. I think it tastes like blood.