Too much. Too much for my ears. I pressed them shut.

"She passed over me for that asshole, so I killed her... No heat, no heartaches!".

He seemed crazy, he is a psycho, I reminded myself. Your father is a psycho. This thought, this sick thought that whom I've been considering my father, isn't my father is enough to drain blood from my body. His blood from my body.

I felt like being ran over by a stampede. I stumbled towards the stairs not dating to see the man behind me who just confessed he's my father. He continued to laugh behind me. I heard him laughing and stomping on the blood-soaked camisole he threw.

I hauled myself up the stairs, rushing and tripping over many.

His words rang in my ears.

Elijah Miller. Elijah Miller.

I killed her. I killed her.

I staggered and dragged myself to the rear end of the hallway. I couldn't breathe in the humid morning air and I began with the long, painful cry.

Bowling out, I bumped into a guy and stared at his unshaven mouth, opening wide as if he