I stare blankly at Daniel.
He's going to be the death of me. I knew it then. I know it now.
What can I do other than play my part. The stupid schoolboy who throws fits and kills people who don't deserve life, yet here I am, trying to escape that shitty role. The role that formed me into the monster I am today.
I wait until Daniel snatches the gun away from me and waves it in my face. Vile. How easy it is to take things. And not return them.
I hate men who thing they have it all. I hate that I thought I could have it all. Yet I never could. Daniel aims the gun at me. Tears in his eyes, "don't make me do this...please" I roll my eyes.
"I asked you to since I see how you kill. It's decent enough. Just do it." Daniel's stare turns cold and no emotions lies within it.