Stan had thought about the death of his sister many times—When would
he do it? How? What would he use to do it with? Would he torture her first?
These questions were often thought about. The most pleasing way he could
think of would be to tie her up and stick needles into her skin. One by
one. Then jerk out her teeth one by one. Make her drink her own blood.
Dislocate her jaw. Watch her scream and cry in pain. Stick rusty nails in
her eyes. Just thinking about this brought a smile to his face.
He had experimented with death many times. Kittens, puppies, frogs, rats, anything he could get his hands on. It was all so pleasing to him. To watch those stupid creatures die. DIE. He began to laugh out loud. An evil, psycho laugh.
He didn't WANT to be like this, he just WAS. So many people had suggested psychotic help. But he just sneered at them and turned away every time, thinking about their death. Oh how pleasing that would be.
He stopped laughing and stared into the shards of glass on his bedroom floor that used to be his mirror. He counted them. 22. 22 monsters staring back at him. The faces staring back at him were so.... pale. Dull black hair that had lost its shine. Cold blue eyes with only a pinpoint pupil.
He picked up a piece of glass. "Better save this for later." He slid it into his back pocket.
The doorbell rang at Kyle's house. Kyle answered it to find an awful looking Stan. He hadn't seen him at his house for so long. 'I wander why he came,' Kyle asked himself, looking Stan up and down. 'Well at least he CAME.'
"Hey, man. Just needed someone to talk to. Of course, if you don't want me here, I can-"
"No, dude. Come in. I'm glad to see you. I haven't seen you sense the last day of school. And... you haven't talked to me sense your dad left..... What have you been doing? You look awful!"
"Thanks," Stan replied, sarcastically.
"Sorry."
"No it's OK. I'm just really down."
They went up to Kyle's room and talked about all that had happened sense they had last seen each other. Stan was surprised to see that Kyle had missed him so much.
Stan was still at Kyle's at 10:30pm. They were sitting on Kyle's bed watching TV and eating popcorn. They grabbed handfuls of popcorn almost rhythmically. They were like zombies, just staring at the TV. Except for the glance from Kyle to Stan every minute or so.
He had experimented with death many times. Kittens, puppies, frogs, rats, anything he could get his hands on. It was all so pleasing to him. To watch those stupid creatures die. DIE. He began to laugh out loud. An evil, psycho laugh.
He didn't WANT to be like this, he just WAS. So many people had suggested psychotic help. But he just sneered at them and turned away every time, thinking about their death. Oh how pleasing that would be.
He stopped laughing and stared into the shards of glass on his bedroom floor that used to be his mirror. He counted them. 22. 22 monsters staring back at him. The faces staring back at him were so.... pale. Dull black hair that had lost its shine. Cold blue eyes with only a pinpoint pupil.
He picked up a piece of glass. "Better save this for later." He slid it into his back pocket.
The doorbell rang at Kyle's house. Kyle answered it to find an awful looking Stan. He hadn't seen him at his house for so long. 'I wander why he came,' Kyle asked himself, looking Stan up and down. 'Well at least he CAME.'
"Hey, man. Just needed someone to talk to. Of course, if you don't want me here, I can-"
"No, dude. Come in. I'm glad to see you. I haven't seen you sense the last day of school. And... you haven't talked to me sense your dad left..... What have you been doing? You look awful!"
"Thanks," Stan replied, sarcastically.
"Sorry."
"No it's OK. I'm just really down."
They went up to Kyle's room and talked about all that had happened sense they had last seen each other. Stan was surprised to see that Kyle had missed him so much.
Stan was still at Kyle's at 10:30pm. They were sitting on Kyle's bed watching TV and eating popcorn. They grabbed handfuls of popcorn almost rhythmically. They were like zombies, just staring at the TV. Except for the glance from Kyle to Stan every minute or so.