You had watched Sal completely lose it. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t his fault. It just.. happened.

One moment, the two of you were bickering over something small. Then the next.. Sal had a knife.

Sal stared at you, his blue eyes wide and crazy behind his prosthetic face mask. You could make out his heavy breathing, which were the only thing you could hear besides your pulse.

“I’m done.. I’m done with this.” Sal breathed in a quivering voice.