Part 2 [B4]

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by alltimesilver

by alltimesilver

Trigger Warning for content ahead.

Stan.

In fear of being caught, I took off from the scene. Kyle quickly trailed behind me, obviously pleading for his own sake of help. We did this for a good reason. But why me, why Kyle. Why were we always targeted to do the crime in things like this.

The crimson blood stained on my colourful wool gloves, which sunk down deep, reaching to my pale skin.

The image was painted in my head, no matter what I thought of, the end of it was the dead body of a helpless girl.

I made it home. Sirens flooded the streets, cops struck from left to right finding fingerprints of the culprits who dare to murder the innocent girl just over 10. All I could do was lay down and sleep, but I knew I was guilty. I could just watch Terrence and Phillip, maybe it'd paint another image in my head.

I twisted the rough, golden doorknob on my front door, slowly pushing the door open and letting it creek in my shame.

My dad, almost half naked, was lazily slumped over the leather couch with my Xbox controller, playing that dumb 'Heroin Hero" game once again in the mass of a week. Opened food was stashed all over the floor, the lights were dimmed and the controller seemed all greasy from the crisps that my dad had been eating. "DAD!!" I screamed with no manner. "Shut up Stan! Let your father- OOH I ALMOST GOT HIM!" he yelled back over the volume of the useless game.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU LAST TIME? YOU NEVER BEAT THE GAME!" I screamed once again, "God- MOM! GET DAD OUT OF HERE!"

Mom finally pushed my dad upstairs with force.

Now it was just me and the TV.

I've never felt so alone and cold in my life. I sat on the leather sofa. It felt warm, this is where Shelly used to sit and relax all the time. I remember when she was still here with us. I should've been thankful for her.

They pronounced my sister dead 4 months ago. I remember the entire speech, I remember my mom threatening to end her life if she couldn't see the body of her helpless daughter for the last time in her life. I don't really know how she was killed. They say she was brutally run over by a upcoming car, but that seemed way too suspicious for me.

Shelly never crosses the road to get back to our house.

Enough of the thoughts. More of the TV.

Terrence and Phillip are releasing a newly made episode next week at Monday, I'm usually really pumped and excited for this type of shit, but I don't even feel like it anymore.

I turned off the TV with my trembling hands, am I really gonna cry about this now?

I'm scared of changing. I'm scared of how the world will see me after I say how I actually feel.

I sat at the dinner table with my family. Well. Just mom and dad.

Just us.

Without Shelly it felt empty, my heart wasn't completed. If Wendy's useless complaining wasn't enough, dads idea of adopting another child shattered me in 2 wholes.

"Did you hear the news? Some poor girl was found dead in the pinewood forest." mom said, trying to spark up a convo during dinner.

My body trembled. It felt like little pieces of me were falling apart.

I clenched onto my 'stainless' steel fork, which had a ketchup stain on it from a year ago.

I didn't feel like eating anymore. I looked at the ketchup on my dinner plate. Bebe's face quickly struck into my mind.

Without saying a word, I pushed the plate of dinner away from me, I felt sick, this wasn't right.