"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I scream running to Darius' side.
"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" I scream.
I pick him up, laying his head in my lap. I cut my wrist once again, hoping to be able to save him. However, I can already tell that I'm too late.
I begin to feel slightly faint from all the blood loss, but don't allow it to cloud my mind. My focus and priority is on Darius, and Darius alone.
Why didn't I do something? I knew what was about to happen, but I was too late. Why is this happening?
Xander's roars of laughter made my blood boil. Hearing him erupt into laughter after the death of my family is more than enough to trigger my hatred for this man.
Just like that, everything started to become overwhelming. I felt my body begin to surge with my emotions. I was like an incandescent lamp,
