For the past few days, I’ve wondered what it was like, what Damien felt when he killed someone like this. I understand now. It gives you power. Power over yourself, over the things you can’t control, and power over everyone else. When you kill someone, you hold their life in your hands. My dad knew that. He may not have known what my plan was, but he knew I held the power. Damien was asleep and couldn’t stop me from doing anything.
