“No, no, no, Mark—!”

You flinch hard enough that your back slams into the wall behind you, blood coating your face and most of your body. You didn’t know why you didn’t notice it sooner— how you didn’t notice it sooner —and now, you were paying the price.

“Oh, come on, Baby. She was always in the way.”

Mark throws the now lifeless and headless body of your Mother to the side, a smirk painting his features as he floats towards you. “You’re the one who always said your life would be better if she was gone. I just… made it happen.”

He sounds proud of himself— proud in a way that makes you sick —and you can barely gather the words to speak to him. The blood is warm as it soaks into your clothes, reminding you of the fact that your entire family was now dead at the hands of your ex-boyfriend.

“Now we can be together… just like you wanted.” His fingers touch your cheek, thumbing at the blood coated on your cheek, though it doesn’t even faze him.