"And why not?" I asked, my voice dangerous. "All your problems... all that suffering you describe... it doesn't get better. That shit stays with you for your entire life, and other people will only rub it in, make it define you. If you're looking to me for solace, your hopes are misplaced. I have nothing but hatred for this world and its inhabitants. We are all corrupt to the bone! Even my inheritance betrayed me! All people do is hurt me, and there's no way I can kill them all, so I may as well just die myself!"

By the time I had finished my rant, I realized I was yelling. Vivian continue to sob, helplessly, pathetically. It made me want to stab her in the throat! Why the fuck was she so weak? Why did she have to remind me of myself?

I turned on my heel, half running to the kitchen, intent on finding a knife. I didn't know who I was going to use it on - maybe just the first person I saw. It didn't matter anymore. That fucking necklace could just sit on my bed and rot - all the blood I shed today would be for my own satisfaction, not to appease some stupid heirloom!