June 8th, 2006. Lolicon is 11 years old.
Lolicon had never felt peace such as this, a wholeness with the universe swept his entire being as he shoved the kitchen knife deep into his father's abdomen, closely watching as blood drained out onto his hands.
His father looked into his son's bruised eyes one last moment before the blade was pulled from his stomach as he fell to the ground, the sound of his body breaking the silence which had filled the room. Lolicon's mother stood at the entrance of the kitchen, unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed.
For a while, they both stood in the silence, watching the small crimson drops fall to the ground, hitting the tile in a beautiful way. But this moment of tranquility was not to last, Lolicon's mother ran to the phone to call the police.
As she dialed in the number she quite suddenly was drawn to a stop due to the most horrible sensation in her throat. She drew her fingers to the spot in which the pain was coming and eyed them only to find her own blood spilling out, she then dropped to the floor.
Lolicon stood over her watching as she attempted to speak, choking on her own blood. The taste of copper and a harsh cool would be her last experience before her spirit left the world.
Eventually bored at watching the flow of his mother's blood, Lolicon ran to the door after gathering a few things into his backpack and darted out into the world, sobbing.
Recommended listening for the story (skip a little of the beginning): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1dBg__wsuo