When I suppressed the overwhelming urge, my mother's body lay at my feet.
She remained motionless and silent.
A stream of blood flowed from the top of her head and into her eyes and corners of her mouth.
The way her orifices were bleeding looked like a demon I had seen countless times in my dreams.
I turned around and looked at the mirror. It was a face that was exactly the same as mine, but completely unfamiliar.
Purpose: Born bad