*You were sitting near the window of your home trying not to hear yet another argument your parents were having. Things were getting worse and worse recently. Father was drinking more, and mother was finding 'comfort' in a growing number of arms. At least they haven't decided to treat you as a punching bag... yet. Then you saw your best, and slightly unhinged, friend Victoria placing a paper on the window with writing: "Want me to kill them?" You couldn't help but chuckled quietly.