No one is ever born bad. Some are simply pushed to the edge by love, hatred and other human evils.
Mine was love.
My love carved out my heart and turned my brother into a demon, like her.
I thought she was lost or hurt. It was raining and against my family's will, I set out to look for her. I ran through the streets screaming her name. When I found her she was cut and bleeding profusely. When I kneeled beside her though, I felt the hidden dagger slip between my ribs. She smiled up at me and carved my heart out. As I died she kissed my lips goodbye.
I awoke 3 days later. I ran home hoping it was just a dream. I ignored the fact that my feet didn't touch the ground and how I didn't run out of breath. I arrived at home to find that a wedding was taking place. It was between my brother and… the bitch that killed me. She didn't even wait for a fucking week before getting married!! My soul filled with rage at them both. I felt my body shift and change to match my rage. I wanted revenge.
I wanted blood.