"Help! Someone help us!" Escaped the ten year old raven haired boy's lips. Stan and the others could not escape it no matter what they did they had to face it. "The door, dude!" Exclaimed the young raven haired boy's Jewish red haired friend. Kyle quickly opened the door but was in great shock looking at the man with the scar on the side of his face and deadly stance who stood in the doorway.
You probably want to start from the begining of how this happened very well, it started at the mental institution Shelly had been put in there recently because she tried to burn her parents in their bed. "Let me out of here I need to kill them!" Shelly shouted to the nurse.
"Mam, you need to just relax and take a few deep breaths like we told you." Ariel said to the thirteen year old who was putting up quite a fight. Suddenly the thirteen year old fell face down onto her bed. "Good work, boys." The nurse told the assistants with large needles.
Just then her Mother stepped into the doorway with her family. "So how is she doing?" The dark brown haired girl asked.
She could tell by Ariel's face that Shelly was still the same crazy killing obsessed teen. "Not good. She refuses to cooperate and keeps insisting that her family needs to die. Sharon looked concerned when the nurse had said she was obsessed. "Oh my god, what should we do?" The nurse didn't seem hopeful about anything that could help her daughter. "I would just let her be."
Sharon looked like she was ready to cry knowing her daughter would never be the same. Randy pulls Sharon into a hug looking just as sad as her. "We will get through this Sharon."
Stan couldn't help but feel this was somehow his fault. He saw that his sister was showing not normal signs but told no one. He looked up at the bed noticing her eyes were slowly opening. "Hey, Shelly." He said quietly. His sister got up from the bed but walked past him over to their parents. Stan watched Shelly anxious of what she would be capable of.
She took a large needle and forced into her Mom's throat who fell down screaming and blood sprayed everywhere.
He could not believe his eyes, Shelly who always acted so innocent and sweet in front of his parents just hurt their Mom. "Mom!" He shouted his voice mixed with fear and anxiety. Sharon gurgled on her own blood gasping for air. "Stanley..." He hurried over to his Mom and stared down at the object jammed into her wind pipe. "M-M-Mom?" Sharon grasped her son's hand weakly. "You...be..a...good...boy."
He wanted to start crying not aware that Shelly took the needle from his Mom's neck. "Oh, turd." His sister said in a whisper. He turned around and screamed as she drove the needle into his arm which made a sound like someone stepping into a gooey substance. He dropped to his knees not moving, the wound cold and damp. "So long, Stan" She went to strike his heart but just then everything went black.