Thomas slowly turned his head toward the young man and smiled,
"When I was 17, my sister ran into my room, screaming her head off about her barbie doll. She claimed that I had stolen it" Thomas shuffled closer to the man,
"I said; 'Sis, why would I steal your doll?' She insisted I had stolen it" Thomas' hand creeped its way onto the mans shoulder,
"She screamed at me to give it back, so I slammed her against the wall by her throat, she gasped for air and kicked and screamed, she was an annoying little brat... So I broke her fucking neck" Thomas was emotionless and cold,
"My parents run in and see her, my father launches at me, he manages to grab my coat before I hit him, he went backwards and toppled my mother over. I ran downstairs and grabbed the biggest knife I could and I waited in the shadows... Just waited until I heard my father rummaging through the kitchen. I leaped up and plunged the blade into his kidney... He looked at me, the same look the neighbour's dog gave me when I kicked its head in... My meddling mother ran in and screamed at the top of her lungs" Thomas chuckled,
"She was so beautiful... It was a shame I had to cut her throat... Her corpse was as equally beautiful" Thomas bit his lip and shifted his gaze to the floor,
"She was worth more to me dead" Thomas sighed,
"Then the police came and well... Here I am, sitting here, talking to a nut-job"