Short stories that may evolve into actual books

A Dark Twist

When I was young I remember my family always being overprotective of me and my sister. "Don't go into the woods without an adult," "Don't walk alone," "Stay away from the internet." You know the normal overprotective parents. I remember one time when my sister burned her hand on the stove by accident neither one of us was allowed back in the kitchen until we were 12. Now that we are older we've started to rebel against our parents overprotective-ness(naturally) so, one night we snuck out.

Some of our friends say that we are naive because of our sheltered life. That's the only reason we snuck out, the only reason that we discovered it.....

It started on May 5, 2008 our second birthday. News headlines had been talking about two children that went missing two years prior, that seem to be all anyone was talking about. Still to this day those kids haven't been found. Anyway it was our second birthday and our parents seemed to be hiding the fact that they were worried about those kids. This is normal though any parent would be worried about a child even if it wasn't their own. Their worry got so bad that they sheltered us from the rest of the world.

We grew up like we thought normal kids were meant to grow up. We had loving parents, only broke a few bones, went to school five days a week, and had lots of friends. But our parents barely let us leave the house without them and we couldn't sleep over at another friend's house, we always had to have sleepovers at our house. We thought that was normal though at least normal for people with overprotective parents.

Our parents loved us with every fiber of their being nothing anyone could ever say can convince me otherwise. They would teach us about the stars and when we were allowed back in the kitchen they taught us how to cook and bake. They showed us how to build things and how to draw. And they taught us how to live a safe life.

I remember learning how to read and write. My mom would tell us how to sound out each word and would teach us funny sayings to remember a popular saying. I've grown up loving to read and write while my sister doesn't have the same amount of interest of it as me. I could go on and on about how much they loved and taught us butt I should get back to our story.

The night we snuck out we snuck out we didn't know why were sneaking out. We kept asking each other "why?". Why did we want to sneak out? What are we doing? Where are we going? We hadn't planned on sneaking out had we? It felt unreal to leave, our parents would probably catch us, right? They would punish us for sneaking out, right?

Wrong.

We found them lying there, behind the house outside of our window. They weren't responding. They weren't breathing. They were dead.

If we hadn't tried to leave the house we would have been next. The police found their killer in our basement, blood covering his hands. Their blood. The worst part is, he was a family "friend".

It's hard to say goodbye to them especially when they've been there our whole lives. They died for the exact reason they were overprotective, you never know who you can trust.

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