I wrote this chapter through Freddie's view, saw it wasn't going to work, and had to re-write the whole thing. If you can't figure it out on your own Amy is Freddie's mom.
Amy's P.O.V
I was worried to death about my son. He thought he had caused these the deaths of those boys. I knew that he shouldn't feel that well and I knew that he knew that as well. I also knew why he felt guilty. Fredrick had been mad at them when they had been killed. It was only natural for him to feel guilty.
He did need to come back to reality. If he kept thinking he did it it was going to start to effect his mental health. It seemed that time had come and gone. Fredrick had been a mess since the first boy had gotten killed and it got worse after the second death.
Since I was a doctor I knew there were things that could be done to help him. After I saw the way Fredrick looked after he came home from skipping school I knew he needed help. After he went up to his room I called Westin Hills and made plans for him to stay there a few days.
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I wasn't surprised when Fredrick said that he didn't want to go to Westin Hill. I didn't believe any child WANTS to spend time in a place like that. Even I didn't like it all the time. Fredrick only agreed to go if he was allowed to wear whatever he wanted while he was there. I promised him he wouldn't have to where the hospital outfits.
While he was at school the next day I walked up stairs to his room and started to pack his things. I was going to take him to the hospital as soon as he got home from school. I had a suitcase packed with him clothes and was about ready to leave the his room when I noticed something.
The top mattress on his bed was slightly out of place. I sighed walking out of the bed and pushed the mattress back into place. When I did this something that looked like a glove fell out.
"What the-" I whispered picking it up.
I found myself holding a glove with four blood covered blades.