I've this idea in my head for a little bit. I don't think it's ever been done but I hope you like it. I'll definitely need suggestions and some help though. I'm not really sure where it's going yet. But anyway here's the summary:
Kitty is the Curtis's sister. In between Soda and Darry. There's always been something different about Kitten Curtis. Her obsession with blood and murder maybe? Post-Book, after parents death.
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Kitten Curtis was sitting in her corner, on the floor, watching the tv screen from afar. She twirled her reddish brown lock and then bit on it. She wasn't sure what her brothers and their friends were watching. It was a movie, and the girl was running from a killer. She wanted to see her blood but of course the hero came to save her. She grunted loudly, in disappointment Her older brother, Darry, looked back at her, to make sure she was still okay.
There was always something strange about Kitten. Ever since she was five and Soda, who was four at the time, broke his nose. Kitten had just stared at the blood that had dripped onto the floor. Then she stuck her tiny little index finger in it and smeared it. No one thought it would turn out to be a serious problem.
Then she turned twelve. She had started going through puberty and Mrs. Curtis bought her a razor to shave her legs with. She decided the razor had a better use, to cut her body. She would cut herself and then smear the blood. She once cut her finger and wrote her name in blood on the bathroom wall.
That's when the Curtis's realized Kitten wasn't normal. They started saving up money so she could see a therapist. They never saved up enough money, and when they died, only a few weeks ago, Darry had to use the money to help pay off some debt.
Kitten never talked much either. She was quieter than Johnny. The guys knew what Johnny's voice sounded like, but it was so rare that Kitten talked that they seem to forget she knew how to.
"Man, what's wrong with your sister, ever since the funeral, she's been weirder than usual," Dallas watched as the eighteen year old crawled into her bedroom. Dallas Winston wasn't scared of many things, but he was scared of Kitten. He refused to be alone with her. She had eyes like Pony, grey-green eyes. Kittens eyes weren't calm like Pony's, or happy like Soda's. Not even iced over with concern like Darry's. Kittens eyes were dead. That's all Dallas could think of when he rarely looked her in the eye. His own eyes showed more emotions, more feelings, more life than he's ever seen hers.
Darry shrugged. "She must still be upset." He stared at the closed door.
"Well I'm gonna head home, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Steve stood up and stretched. Two-Bit followed him out, and shivered when he passed Kittens door.
"You goin' to stay here?" Darry asked Dallas and Johnny.
Johnny nodded, and leaned back in the arm chair.
Dallas took a look at Kitten's door, and then stood up. "I'm goin' to head over to Shepard's, see what he's up to. Night guys," he said and hurried out the door.
Pony and Soda headed to bed and Darry handed a blanket to Johnny. He went over to Kittens door and held a fist up to knock. He could hear her faintly humming, and decided against knocking.
"G'night Kitty," he whispered and let his hand drop. He headed down the hall to his room.
So what do you think? It was kind of short but next chapter will be longer. Hopefully it will be up soon, that is if anyone likes it and thinks I should continue. Besides I have three other stories, but I'll try and get next chapter up! Toodles!
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