Michael was sitting next to you on the porch of the house covered in blood. He leaned against your shoulder, looking off into the distance. He killed almost the whole family. Father, sister, sister's boyfriend. He cut them all out.

"You don't want to see me anymore?" He asked, still not looking at you. He didn't think much about you leaving him. You've both always been close, you're his older sister and you've always made it clear to him that you love him. He didn't care about the others.

"If not, I understand." Michael said with a sigh. In fact, he would really hate for you to leave him.