I sat at the table and stared at the wall. I was stunned but emotionless. I killed all my friends and was left with a group of freaks and misfits. I guess I'm not that different.

The lamp walked over to me, resting his arm on my shoulder. "You know, homicide isn't that bad." I raised an eyebrow at him. "We'll clean the blood and guts up then you'll forget all about it." He smiled, attempting to cheer me up.

I looked back at the wall. He sighed and crossed his arms. "It's not that simple." He looked at me. "Death or murder can't just be forgotten." He chuckled. "Well sometimes I forget my own name!" I rolled my eyes and stared at the wall.

He stopped laughing. "Come on, don't be so depressed." I glared at him. "I killed my friends. What would you do in this situation?" He shrugged. "Move on?" My glare deepened. "They were like family to me." He made a face. "So?" I scoffed and stood up. "Shut up." I walked out.

I breathed through my mouth as I walked through the living room. I had to since the blood smell was so strong. I noticed the bendy lamp on the couch. He saw my angry look. "You okay?" I punched the cushion beside him, my eyes flaming.

"Shut the hell up..."

He had a shocked expression. I stood and gave him one last look before leaving the room. "Damn." He said.