Sarah held his face gently in her hands, concern and anxiety filling in her stomach. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? What are talking about? Tell me, I’m here. I can’t stand to see you hurt. I love you” she felt tears in her eyes as well

“Everything f-feels like too much… I killed someone, okay!? I shot MaMa and I wrapped my hands around her neck. Th-the whole FUCKING time she stared right into my eyes and smiled. I’m just as bad as her! I’m a m-m-murderer!! And I don’t recognize myself in the m-mirror anymore! My new eyes look d-different. I’m not me. Something’s ch-changing. I’m scared I’ll be a bad guy!”

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