text: How can I deal with this?” He asked himself. The crimson stains gradually clawed their way through the pale carpet and reached out to him. The bright steel of the knife's rim was stained and the blood flowed steadily down and dripped into the carpet once again and the stains embraced each other. This was no way to commit a crime, this time it was messy. He should have stayed with the routine, wait, watch then strike. He got cocky. Emotion wasn’t helpful for these situations, but he had to deal with it all, perhaps this was nature’s way of telling him that it was time to stop but he couldn’t just return to his life, he had no life to return too. He killed that along with his first victim. Frantically looking around he locked eyes with the hob. How could he have not thought about it first, sprinting towards the kitchen he twisted the hob as far as he could and could smell the gas already filling the house. With the cigarettes he already had lit he threw it into the source of the gas and with an explosion that was the end of Henry Slater. I lived a perfect life, single dad with an amazing daughter, great job and a great home. It all started when I was picking up my darling Cassy from school, that proud grin reaching to her blue eyes, I could tell it had been a good day. Why wouldn’t it have been though, everyone was friendly, there were never any problems in the small town we called home. She bounced into the car and started to jibber jabber about her day when she asked for some sweets. She always asked for sweets. I had already started to drive when I reached towards the glove compartment to get the bag of sweets. That’s when it happened. The one moment that would change everything. BANG. Someone’s Lexus slammed into the side of the car. Blood. Taken. Pain. Sirens. Screams. Help. Beep. Beep. Beep. He was in a hospital with a monitor making a slow and steady beeping sound. Beep. Beep. Beep. A stern looking doctor walked in. “Henry, you were in a car crash, you're badly injured but you will survive.” Henry processed this. Again and again. He kept processing he would never stop. How would he stop. “Where is she?” Henry asked the linger of fear in his voice hinted towards the fact that he already knew. The doctor looked him dead in the eye without even changing his facial expression. “Where the hell is she!” Henry yelled. “Henry, your daughter didn’t survive the crash.” He stated without the slightest hint of emotion. How could they. How could these idiots let his daughter die. He got up pain tunnelling it’s way through his blood but he didn’t care. What he did care about was his daughter. He started to attempt to storm out his body slowly crumbling in on itself as he walked. A younger doctor came rushing towards him and gently grabbed his arm. “Listen Henry, we are very sorry for your loss but you need to stay in your ward.” He said he was trying his best to sound sympathetic but Henry knew the truth. All these people have been desensitized to this sort of thing and just wanted it to look like he cared. At least that first doctor had been honest with him. “No, no don’t feel sorry for me if anything this is a relief I’m glad my daughter is no longer living in this screwed up world where they tell a single dad on heavy medication as he is just waking up from a freaking coma that his daughter, his god given daughter is dead. Oh no no if anything I should be apologising to you. I’m sorry for taking up all of your precious time, why don’t you just pull the plug on me. Hey! You would do it for a dog but not for me.” “Listen Henry, you need to go back to your room or we will have to get you back there by force and trust me neither of us will enjoy that.