Now they're gone and no one can ever get them back. Turned away from the world as the minds faded to black. Blood covers the floors. Their faces looking serine. Gorey guts, bruises and cuts, What a disturbing scene.

You enter the attic where you found the boy. Seeing the "demons" all around him. Thinking back, you regret the days you saw his bullies start to surround him. You never helped, never cared that you were once friends. Kinda funny how this red liquid is the same as yours is in the end.

He remembers everything he did to cause this to happen. Remembers pushing her to the point she needed to run because she felt trapped "in". Beating her senseless simply because she was born. Trading in her birthday in favor of his dead wife he mourned. Repenting for the times he wished she'd been aborted. He wasted sixteen years, this mess still hasn't been sorted.

He scrutinizes over every twist her oddly angled body makes. Remains alert to any sign that will prove this allusion fake. Then cries out in desperation, how much more of this will he have to take.

Is this the punishment we must suffer for our sins? For denying the truth of our children? Our friends? For driving them to end their existence. When their only wish was for the public's acceptance.