Liu did not seem to be finished in his room when I was, so I head downstairs to look into Mom and Dad's room. There was more tapes covering their room than ours, but I managed to make my way through them.
I stepped into the room and saw dads gun on the floor. I looked up and saw more blood covering their bed than my own...

Jeff massacred them, and they were no more.
The only essence left of my parents was their blood.
All over again, I felt the urge to cry. I cover my face as I feel my eyes watering and I let the tears soak my hands.

Mommy and Daddy did not deserve this...
They did not deserve to die this way, and worse by their own son.

I walk quickly out of their room, unable to take much more of the scene. I head for the kitchen and walk over to the counter. I quickly pull a knife from the knife stand where one knife was already missing-the one my brother Jeff had used.
I chose the second biggest one and gripped it in my hand for a bit.

I decided that I'm not going to punch Jeff in the face anymore.

I'm going to stab him over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

ᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴴᴱˢ ᴮᴸᴱᴰ ᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ ᶜᴼᴹᴮᴵᴺᴬᴵᵀᴼᴺ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᴹᴼᵁᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ ᴹᵞ ᶠᴬᴹᴵᴸᵞ ᴴᴬᴰ ˢᴴᴱᴰ