A creature falls to the ground and starts wailing. Oh, what a goddamn tragedy. I wish she would just shut up... Or choke and die.
One tiny insignificant fall sends 2 adults into a worrisome turmoil. Action? Stupid reaction. Is there a need to be so emotionally intertwined? I'm still contemplating which is dumber. The creature or its parents. This animal instinct within you shall be the height of your ridicule.
I've seen enough of this cabaret. I get up, this time, I call out to Amy and Harry. And lead the way home.
I am nothing more than a construction of your parental love.

These empty pages scream at me, "pick up your damn pen and go on!" but no... To continue, I need to bleed words over these white sheets with blood.

This book will be completed. And blood will be shed. On every cursed page. Every line will push the dagger deeper. After all, blood is free.

And,

the blood spilled will not be mine.