"My name is Angelica Vivian  Hess... I am seventeen years old... I've lived with Johnathan Toast for the past four years... I shouldn't be here... What did I do to get here?" I whispered to myself, holding my hands over my ears with my eyes sealed shut.

  I didn't want to see or hear what was happening.

  I couldn't bare to look.

  To watch two important people to me tear each other apart.

  Tears fleeted down my cheeks, crashing on the concrete basement floor.

'Why are you so selfish?'

'Why do you have to make everything revolve around you?'

'What makes you so special?'

  I felt something hit against the sole of my shoe, making me slowly open my green eyes and look down at what rested there.

  It made my stomach churn just looking at it. It had done nothing to hurt me... Yet. But it would. It always does. The metal was perfectly sharp, bringing back deep and dark memories from my past. The silvery-grey color was coated in a layer of blood. It reeked of death. Stained of blood. And laid at my feet.

"Angel! Grab the knife!" My brother yelled to me as I grabbed the knife and snapped the blade apart from the handle, causing four eyes to look at me in shock.

  The blue pair looked sympathetic, scared, and shocked. Like I did the worst thing I could've possibly done. Like I just stabbed myself in the chest and allowed them to watch me bleed out.

The other looked pissed. Like I had just shot his best friend in cold blood. If looks could kill, I'd be dead in well over a million ways.

They both stood up and glared at me. I dropped the two pieces and backed up with the angry one pinned me against a wall.

"You're gonna regret that..." He whispered, his sharp teeth taking the shape of a horrific grin and his glowing red eyes piercing mine.

"In every way possible..." He finished as I closed my eyes, wanting to be anywhere but there.

Anywhere at all.