"I love mommy" was scrawled across her wall in blood.

Her child died years ago.

Just above the roaring falls,

his four-year-old scream

echoed through the canyon walls.

She looked at me and said, "I got us tickets to go see Justin Bieber."

Blade in hand, he grinned, "Now, which child will you sacrifice to save your others?"

I awake, basking in the laughter I hear downstairs. 

Then, I remember: I live alone.

I awoke smiling when I felt her hand in mine. Then I remembered her death...

Everything is broken. Her smile. Her heart. Her soul. Torn to shreds by his words.