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As he walked the stars lit his path and the gravel beneath his feet crackled as he stepped down.

The scene he had just witnessed chose to burrow into his mind and stay. He cringed, remembering the expression on his mother's face; his father's livid eyes.

He wiped blood from his arm and remembered himself waking up an hour ago on the floor at his front door. The door was wide open, and the only thing in his house was his mother's body. She was pale, as if she had been emptied of blood. Her eyes were clouded over, and showed her last emotion. He had stared in horror at her dead body, recognizing that emotion.

She always had that look on her face when she said "I have no regrets" to her friends when they told her to leave. When they told her that "that man" was evil. He placed his mother's head carefully back on the ground and left the house.

He knew what he had become in these past few hours. The few hours he was unconscious. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it for very long. I will try, he promised himself, I'll do so much better than he ever did...

I won't let the thirst consume me.

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Lizzy: I know how short this is, but I like how I wrote it so I decided to put it on here. Should I make a story out of it, or should this be a one-shot?