I knew it. It was all too good to be true. From the very first sound of keys in the lock I froze, seeing and feeling how a fragile world built on sand suddenly and instantly collapsed before my eyes. An all too familiar voice broke the silence and my heart, but most of the damage was already done. Mother is home. At the moment she's in the living room dancing to Twist and Shout, her high heels clattering across the wooden floor. I myself am contemplating different ways of killing someone, but none of them seem attractive enough. Maybe poison.
You know you got me goin', now
just like I knew you would