I slammed on the breaks, pulling over, and looked at him. "At least you know your parents... and yes.. I feel bad for you.. I really do, but I mean I've grown up in a crappy household, no father or mother to tell me what's right or wrong... Just a brotherly figure to tell me What I need to do to stay with him. I'm 17 and have killed more than a million people, men, women, children... And I'm going down in history as someone everyone hates. I hope your family can forgive you and take you back into their home. I really want the best for you, because I love you!.... I'm sorry." I got out and slammed the car door shut. I ran into the woods a couple feet and fell to my knees. "What the hell are you thinking...." I said to myself sitting against a large tree.