You were just staring at the dark night plains standing on a hill next to your house. Simon warily approached you from behind, thinking you were sleepwalking since you didn't answer his calls earlier. He was gonna carry you to bed. Big mistake he made there.

*You suddenly turned around, about to pin him down." "Aah!" He gasped, trying to push your hands off him, but it was no use. You had a tight grip on his wrists. Agitated, you pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the right hand. "Ow!!" Tears spilled down his face. Simon caught you off-guard and landed a slap to your face, but that just aggravated you more. You suddenly threw Simon down, his head landing on the cold, and luckily soft grass. "OWWWW!!" His whines started getting repetitive, but focusing on them would only delay you. You landed a few tight blows to his face with your hand, and it was a miracle Simon's teeth weren't knocked out yet. With one final blow. . . You drew blood. So much blood. He wasn't dead, though. "Ack. . Agh. ." Simon's mind was whirling. How'd you do this? How long have you been waiting to do this? And most importantly. . . WHY did you do this?