Toxic

We used to be childhood friends, he took care of me, avenged me, protected me.
And the day I turned eighteen, I forgot him.
And he wasn't happy about that.
While I spent my days, not able to recall my childhood friend, while I didn't recognize his face or his voice.
He grew insane... and then he started plotting. Plotting to destroy me, to hurt me, to burn me.
If there's one thing I should've learned,
Don't tempt the punisher.
Because he loves to make you scream.