“Everything!”

“I remember everything” he roared it as if he was holding his breath the whole time while watching himself do the unthinkable.

His hands clasped upon his face, as he slowly glances at the long mirror against the wall unsure its him

A backseat to your own demise he thought as he watched himself torture his family with his own hands.

The only thing that came across his mind afterward was why.

“Why did I do this…”

He laid on the living room floor for hours wondering why.

Why he didn’t have control

He’d never hurt anyone before.

But something came across his mind, something so simple but unusual.

A women whispered in his ear on the subway, everything after that was blank.