Are we real or just memories of what could have been.

The curtains start to close as the crowd falls silent in horror of what they just witnessed. Looking down seeing yourself fade to black.

Why us he comes after us who is he mother?
{ he.s...s...he's your uncle}
Wat a killer?!
{ Yes he the one who killed grandma and grandpa too}
He's...the killer of are family.

Take these wings, these belonged to an angel who died in her own misery

I can kill now, because I hate. How many can I kill, and still have a bullet left for me?

-Maria, West Side Story

Reality is what happens when you let the inmates run the asylum.

I no longer know who i am

They say the boy that cried wolf was eaten by the wolves but in truth, he became the leader of the wolves and slaughtered the village and burned it to the ground for not listening paying attention when he was calling himself a wolf

One day I won't be here, and you're going to wish you were better to me.

You're going to pay such a high price for making me feel this way. just wait and see.