Dubstep-Axolotl

Poor child, confused and sad. Her parents yelling that it was all her fault. All her fault that they were sad. All her fault that they were mad. All her fault that they hit her. When in truth, it was their's. She pulled out a gun. The girl cried. The man pulled her brother by his wrist. The girl screamed. He mouthed that it wasn't her fault, and that she should close her eyes. And she felt the sorrow as her friend died. Her mother and father had killed the only thing that loved her, that cared for her, the only thing connecting her to the joy of living. Nothing hurt more like that moment, not the scars or bruises. She could never forgive t