Max leaned against the wall, tears forming in his eyes and falling down his face. He was starting to hate himself now for the wrong he did. Remembering the look on her face after she saw the mess, it would forever be in his mind. Forever because he knew he was a monster that should have been locked up and left alone. If anything, he should be beaten for the wrong he did. He looked down at his hands, seeing the blood on them from killing her father and ripping him up. He had ripped him up a good lot too, from the chest down as if he were a science experiment in a 7th grade Biology class.