Antonios POV
After a few minutes stewing alone at my desk, I pull out the letter opener in the drawer to my left. I trace my index around the cold metal length before throwing it as hard as I can at the picture on the wall. I hadn't realized how darkness crept in and the sun went down. I calmly stood from my chair and walked over pulling the letter opener out of the wall and stabbing it back into the picture, repeating each stab watching his body come to life, and stabbing my mother again as she begs him to stop. The blood dripping from her legs when she was stabbed in the stomach. Her screams and cries drowning my thoughts. My sister never got to take a single breath, and my innocent mother was taken away right in front of me. When I finally snapped out of my trance I ripped the picture
