Finley pov.
It's been two months since I left the pastas. I feel horribly guilty for just running out like I did but at least I know they are safe for now. I haven't spoken or even seen any of them since then but i do frequently visit marè now. We dont do much other than talk like be for I 'died' and moved to the mansion. These days there's always a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. It's like a blood lust feeling but I manage to hold it back. I get antsy around sharp objects and firearms now. Last week mom cut her hand on a knife and I almost lost it I swear it was like someone was tearing at my mind fighting for control. I had to take a walk to calm down again. Tonight however... the walls are broken... my mind is gone and I only see the blood. The beautiful crimson fluid runs through my fingertips as in dog them into mothers fleash ripping it off to get to the kidneys  I pull them out and put them in a jar. "For jackrabbit mama" I grin maliciously as her glased eyes stare up at me I wipe my hands of on a teatowel and put the jar in my bag "im sorry mama but the music wasn't loud enough to block the thoughts,and I wasn't strong enough to save you from myself" I grin as I slip out the back door and to the Forrest I steal the neighbors garden scythe and stealthily dash to the mansion the blood drying to my skin and clothing as my eyes glint with insanity in start to hum then slowly it turns into a small song sung with sadness and insanity in my voice. "  (little toy guns by someone i cant remember) in between the coats in the closet She held on to that heart shaped locket Staring at a family flawless
But it ain't a pretty picture tonight Mom and daddy just wouldn't stop it Fighting at the drop of a faucet Cuts through the walls catastrophic She's caught in the crossfire Puts her hands over her ears Starts talking through her tears She's saying, she's praying.

I wish words were like little toy guns No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done (I wish words were like little toy guns) Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns)

Wish there was a white flag waving or that they were both just faking And it was just a game they were playing like shoot'em up cowboys Leave the plastic pistols in the front yard Throw away the score card and just turn off all the noise

I wish words were like little toy guns No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it No pain, no damage done (I wish words were like little toy guns) Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns)

I wish they didn't cut like a knife
I wish they didn't break you inside I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run, yeah

Like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns) No smoke, no bullets, no shot from the trigger when you pull it No pain, no damage done
(I wish words were like little toy guns) Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns)
Oh like little toy guns"
I stop in front of marè's house and grin "roses are red," I giggle climbing to her window "violets are blue," I continue as I open the window "sugar is sweet and so are you" I sing sliping in "but the roses have wilted" I start walking to the bed "and violets are dead"I stand over marè scyth in hand "the sugar bowls empty" I growl as I raise the garden tool above my head "and soon your fleash will be strained red!!!" I whisper bringing it down she opens her eyes in shock as she gargles and chokes on her blood I smile "b-bye marè no hard feelings it's just well ya know every monster hides a human and every human hides a monster" I whisper as her eyes glase over I smirk and exit through the window from which I entered. I don't look back because I knew if I did I would regret what in had just done. "I'm coming home brother" I grin as I slip into the darkness.