its the years 1974, march 2nd.

The night is eerie and quite. Yet the mans sobs are filling the silence quite well. Felix had crashed the car on his way home after picking up the kids from a school party. The scene was gruesome and filthy, glass shattered everywhere and the kids belongings washed in their blood.

He doesn't remember where he burried them, somewhere in the forest he says. He threw their belongings in the water below, but was unable to do the same to himself. Unconsciously he kept the gray rabbit plush. And placed it inside his home closet, unwashed and blood stained. He says that he can hear it speak to him at night, making him go crazy, like a lunatic.

As he sat on the couch of his house, head on his hands, his clothes messy and untucked, his tie loose as red blood stained his attire. The man is crying, yet crying wont fix anything. It's pathetic really. Suddenly he hears loud knocking on his front door, he fixes his broken glasses as he slowly heads to open the door slightly ajar, not enough to see his condition.

"Bunny..i-is that you? What are you doing here?"

He stammered, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he wiped his tears away discreetly. You could see empty bourbon bottles scattered around behind him. There he goes again, drinking his life away. Pathetic.

"Im busy right now..what do you need.."

He tried his absolute best to seem calm and normal. But you knew him so well..that you could see right through his act of false security quite well. He's scared shitless of you, you know that very clearly. It's always been that way.