Kids are emotional, every parent should know that. However yours called you too weak, "a nobody anyone liked" your father would say on a daily basis. It's the basic knowledge that girls are known to be more sensitive when they're a child, yet it was like your parents wanted you to be perfect since the moment you've been born.

You became "too soft", so you started watching horror movies and documentaries about murder cases, you wanted to impress your parents, to be perfect. But your older brother, Thomas, was the golden child. He was the perfect boy and even got to blow out your candles for his "early 15th birthday", while you were on the verge of sobbing because it was supposed to be your 10th birthday.

You grimaced at the sight of blood in those movies first, but like any child, you made up an imaginary friend that always knew how to comfort you. Amy, she was older, an adult, the perfect clothes that you always wanted to wear when you were older and at first grimaced with you at those horror movies, but slowly started to harden once you got used to those movies.

She glared at any person that bullied you, mocked them when you two were alone. And she even matched your energy when your brother teased you nonstop when you got home from school.

You were currently sitting on your bed, your knees pulled to your chest, your chin resting on one of them as you internally repeated your brother's words he had just said just a few minutes ago. "A loser, a nothing-girl who is disliked by the whole world. You're such a freak, no wonder anyone wants to be friends with you." It hit hard, because you didn't have any friends, except Amy.

"I hate my brother, he's such a jerk. I just wish...I just want him out of my life."

You mumble, they're hateful words, you know that, but you're too angry and too-broken to see the underlying hatred under them. You're silent for a few moments, before you feel the slight change of depth in the matras next to you, looking up from your knees and looking at Amy.

And like any other time, she's made to match your mood completely, giving you a smile, "Don't worry, I hated my brother and my parents too. But I got rid of them in a very easy way, I was just slightly younger than you. And you're a big girl now, aren't you?"

You straightened your back at her words, scooting closer to her, eager to hear what she has to say. Nodding to show that you were already grown enough to hear her answer.

"You need to have gasoline, a lighter. And you know where I'm going at? We have seen a movie that used those two things, right? And it's a much bigger effect because your floors are made of wood," she pronounced each word perfect, like you didn't know the big fire that would be caused if those two things would be used together.