I stared at the empty bottle of pills. For years my only way to escape my family haunting me. For me to seem normal around Saihara...

I usually never got this low in the capsule. I would refill it constantly, always being paranoid. I don't even care that my doctor says I'm forming an unhealthy addiction that could be life threatening with the amount I take at a time.

They didn't know what it was like having those hallucinations though, so I didn't really care. I felt myself smile as I thought of the boy walking over to their house for the final time and leaving forever.

Coming to me. Some kind of weird fantasy coming true. Even after all I had from him...he still cared. Honestly I expected him to maybe tell at me...I guess he did. Or to throw something.

Or just leave. He didn't. He probably does want me for some kind of curiosity reason...does it even matter anymore? It doesn't. I stared at the empty capsule annoyed as a headache continued to grow inside of me.

I glanced at a packet of skittles and took some, why can't my medicine taste like this? If it did I might feel something afterwards!

I felt myself smiling widely till I heard a blood curdling scream.

I took deep breaths as the room was covered in crimson and the smell of blood made me feel nauseous. I felt myself shaking as I stared at the horn up room, like the apocalypse had struck.

The bed was torn up and flipped and there was glass in the floor as I stepped around carefully and headed into the hallway of gunshots and into the kitchen.

There he stood. Dad.

His eyes were completely dull, and his hair was shaggy and oil as he barely looked down at me as he was drenched in sweat and blood as the whole house seemed desolate.

There was no one here. Just me and him as I stared at him, I could almost hear a voice tugging me away from the kitchen as I felt myself trembling.

The figure just continued to stare up at the roof. They seemed tired.

I walked forward.

I felt myself shaking as I ignored the dried blood on my hands as I grabbed the bleach and the gasoline and started to pour it around the house.

"Are you making smores?" Chiasa asked curious. She was wearing a long dress as I looked over at the figure. Her eyes were gouged out and a dark liquid poured from her eyes.

I poured the bleach on her.

The halls echoed with screams and begging as I looked at the same closet and reached for it. She was in there.

Mother.

She wasn't drunk...just standing there as I felt myself tighten my grip on the bleach and poured it further onto the closet as the walls seemed to be trying to trap me I closed my eyes tightly.

I opened them only when I heard a familiar humming. A song my mother always used to hum. The song she sang when I was young. Her eyes were closed as she sat down on a small chair in the corner. For some reason it seemed familiar.

My Mother opened them stopping the melody and gestured a movement at the bleach and myself. I shook my head and poured more.

Burn.

I dropped the canister and headed into the bathroom. The reflection of a small boy with petrified eyes and blood stains al, across there body stared back. They didn't want this.

Their eyes were filled absolute horror as I grabbed the match and struck it, throwing it into the fire and shut the bathroom door. I sat in the corner as I closed my eyes. I'm tired.

Really...really tired.

Wait what am I doing? I felt my senses whiplash as I stood up shocked, and threw open the door to see the flames spreading around the house. Sh*t.

Wait! I changed my mind! I...I'M NOT DOING THIS TO DIE!

The flames only seemed to eat up the oxygen as I felt myself panicking. I was trapped in the bathroom. I closed the door and took out my phone calling for the fire department and looked for some sort of escape as the smoke leaked into the small bathroom.

The bathroom stained with the color of blood. The one that wasn't a hallucination. I grabbed a cloth and covered my mouth with it as my eyes began to sting as I looked at the small window at the top of the wall.

I climbed onto the sink and tried to open the latch only to fall down and hit my head against the bathtub, a new migraine growing as the urge to sleep only seemed to grow.

I can't die here...why...why did I even burn this place?! Why did I...

Realization hit me.

I always wanted this place to burn...I dont have to be here anymore do I? Why did I stay all these years? It was...for Saihara...but...I don't have to be trapped here...with them anymore...

So why not let it burn? We could get an apartment. We could stay with someone else...I...

As darkness continued to surround me I barely could keep my eyes open as the orange flame found it's way near me as I laid in the tub uselessly.

I'm going to be free Shumai....aren't you happy for me?