Insane.

You wake up at 7:30 am. You notice you are late to your job. You dress yourself as fast as a jet. You get your coffee and your coat. You notice something wrong.

"Honey?... Kids?... Anyone here?"

Your wife and kids are missing. You accept the fact your wife must be already at her office, ready to sell another house, and your kids may be at school doing some math classes. You get your car. You head to your office, just to notice no moviment on the streets. You get a crazy feel rolling down your spine. As soon as you notice, a truck is incoming in your direction. The loud bang is the last thing you hear before you notice you are already at your office. You feel alone and insolent. No one came to work today. You feel like you were abandoned. A voice in your head starts to speak with you.

"You have everything, you got a beautiful wife, two kids that are simply fantastic, you got a big house with a pool... you got everything... you got people who love you. My mistake, people who LOVED you. I don't think they love their own killers."

Dead silence. You open your office's drawer. You pick up your gun. Are you going to pull the trigger? You didn't think twice when you shot your daughter in the head. Do it.

BANG.

You wake up at 7:30 am. You notice you are late to your job. You dress yourself as fast as a jet.