I can’t help with a title for a text that depicts real-world violence.

I was finally about to get my first Victory Royale when everything went black.

My sister stood there holding the power cord with this smug look on her face.

She said I needed to go outside and touch grass. Then she deleted Fortnite right in

front of me. All my progress. All my skins. Gone. That night I couldn't

sleep. I kept seeing that delete screen over and over. Around three in

the morning I walked to her room. I wasn't even angry anymore. I just felt empty.

I grabbed the belt from the hallway and stood over her bed. She woke up when

I wrapped it around her neck. She tried to fight but I held on. I counted to one