Cindy Bates soon grew to be a lovely young lady. Just at the age of 16, she had broken many hearts and has won tons of awards for her smarts.

But there was always that bit inside of her that came out occasionally. The angry, rageful part...where she would blank out and wake up, and would be told she did something totally crazy like injuring a person or setting things on fire.

Now who did she get that from, was her question.

Cindy's POV

Nanci was my only friend.

She knew all of my secrets, and I knew all of hers. Everything from her upsetting past with her mom, the rough bullying she went through at school, her secret love for Ricky Genny (the most attractive male at our school), and even the boys she also had a crush on (Mark, Benny, Cole, and Warren.) I always knew what she was thinking, and always came quick with a response to her problems.

I left my house on a Saturday morning,

"Dad," I called, "I'm going to go over to Nanci's house, okay?"

I heard him say from the garage, "Okay, Cindy!"

I walked on the main road, on my way to apologize to my best friend Nanci. Although I knew for sure I didn't do anything wrong, I had a terrible feeling in my gut that something bad would happen if I didn't apologize.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks. Should I really do this? If I did, then Nanci could get much more upset at me. If I didn't, guilt will haunt me forever. Deciding that I definitely should apologize, I continued walking.

I opened the door and walked into Nanci's house, knowing it was always unlocked. The house was super quiet, and messier than usual. Beer bottles and medicine bottles littered the carpet. I guess ever since Nanci's father died last year, things have just been out of hand.

The stepmother was nowhere in sight, and neither was Nanci. But yet their cars were still parked in the garage. I went upstairs to Nanci's room, hoping to see Nanci in her room reading as she usually was.

Luckily I did, and I shut the door behind me. Nanci looked up from her novel and said, "What do you want?"

I told her, "I'm sorry for making you angry." She looked at me with hatred and said, "Whatever."

I frowned, "Okay, well then bye!" As I turned to leave, Nanci got up and stopped me.

"Just so you know, you were never my friend. I've always hated you, you slime wasted bitch. Everyone at school now knows all of your secrets, because I told them! That's right, I told them ALL! It serves you right for being the daughter of a freak!" Nanci said with hatred.

I nastily replied, "My father is not a freak! How dare you!"

Nanci smirked, "Everybody knows he killed Marion Crane! It's a straight up fact. He should be behind bars, and you should too. Freak."

I felt my eyes twitch...it was one thing for someone to insult me, but for someone to insult my father in such a manner...that was crossing the line. I felt my vision go out, and everything that happened after that went blank.

That night, Nanci's stepmother called from downstairs, "Nanci! Make me dinner and clean the house, now!"

After several seconds of not hearing a response or footsteps, the stepmother, (Ms. Flatts), angrily stomped upstairs.

Flatts kicked open Nanci's door and saw in horror…

Nanci was not only missing an arm, she hung from the ceiling...her neck ringed in red and blue. Blood dripped out of her eye sockets and wrists. Nanci's face was twisted in agony.