I was in some kind of ceremony. A ritual, like something from a bad horror movie. Chanting, guys in robes, the whole nine yards.

They gave me a dagger to cut her open, but before they could make me, I woke up because some asshole thought it would be funny to start yelling shit at three AM.

They… they wouldn't have needed to make me do it. I wanted to do it. To cut her open. I… I still do. Fuck. I still do. And she looked so much like my little girl, I—