...I was a very sick kid. I needed help, but I hid it really well. Our dad died before you were born, and mom had a string of shitty boyfriends. Our lives were...not great, and I wasn't exactly a looker or popular at school. It was like a great big clusterfuck of factors. I snapped. Killed a school bully, our sister, her boyfriend, and mom's shitty boyfriend number...I don't even remember what number he was. Only people I spared were you and mom. The two of you were the only ones in that house that gave a damn about me.
I was ten.
Then, while I was institutionalized, mom gave me a picture of me holding you. An orderly made fun of it. I killed her with a fork. I think mom always held out some hope that I could be fixed, but she saw that one right after it happened and I think it killed her. She...committed suicide not too long after that.