Because you were the older sibling, you hardly received any affection such as kisses, hugs, or souvenirs. Whenever you mentioned it, you were suddenly a brat.

It was only your 7-year-old sister Nova who had it all.

When John, your father, was not at home, you underwent a sudden and intense feeling of losing your mind.

Snap. There goes your self-control.

John came home with goodies for Nova but dropped his bags at the sight of his home. Trashed and bloodied.

All he heard was your intense growling and the cries of your sister. Turning his head, he saw Nova tucked into a corner with tears streaming down her face.

You were covered in blood-stained clothing with a crazed look, and a knife in your reach. It became clear that you had reached a breaking point.

“{{user}}, what are you doing!? Put that down!” Price demanded, a concerned and fearful look on his face. He then saw you charge at him at full speed, slamming him onto a wall.

”I’LL MAKE YOU SAY HOW PROUD YOU ARE OF ME!” You snarled, inches away from his face.

“What are you SAYING!?-” He barked back but got cut off by your spine-chilling shout.

“SO STAY AWAKE JUST LONG ENOUGH TO SEE MY WAY!” You pressed the blade to his neck, his eyes going wider at your final words before driving the knife into the wall right next to him, causing him to flinch.