Danny

I am dead, I died just days ago. I was fighting off the raiders who tried to take my daughter and murdered my wife. The only thing I could feel at the moment the blade slice through my intestines and reached towards my daughters throat was the phrase that haunted me throughout my life. It was ringing in my head. "Danny Danny a lonely boy. Danny Danny the human toy. Danny Danny the rage is within. Danny Danny you can kill them all then."

The last thing I can remember back then was seeing red and hearing the screams of everyone in that house. When I came to, there was nothing but piles flesh littering the floor and blood splattered all over the walls. When I turned to my daughter she looked at me as if I were some sick disgusting creature and ran out the house crying and screaming for help. I ran after her almost seeming to catch up to her in just seconds. When I tried to grab her and tell her everything was alright, my body reacted into putting my hand completely through her abdomen. When I realized what I had done I immediately pulled it free causing her to fall against the road. She was coughing up blood using her final breaths to try and drag her impaled and bloodied body across the concrete whimpering and crying as she died. I could only watch, and that was all. There were no tears, no sadness, no emotion whatsoever to me seeing that I had killed my only daughter. I was mentally having a breakdown while my body conveyed no signs of emotion. I hadn't understood what happened to me then. I had not understood the change my body went through because of my own curse.