Casey is screaming as she runs up the stairs. She’s already hidden her siblings and step-siblings from harm. Her parents are out. He’s really snapped this time. No one knows what’s gotten into him these days. They lived peaceful in the reigns of Canada’s suburbs where no harm ever comes and moose frolic through fields of maple syrup. But not today. the children scream from the closet Casey hid them in as they hear his footsteps approaching as the knife slashing through the halls. He approaches her with the knife and beams a twisted, sadistic jeer at her. “You’ve changed,” she says in a horrified whisper. He laughs as he stabs her throat.
This is not living life with Derek any longer.
This is death.
Death with Derek.