The Menedez Sister

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝟸/𝟻

description: plagued by dark thoughts after the murders, Erik opens up to his therapist and shares disturbing details that put the doctor in a difficult position.

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗
People talking and actions
𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔
Years
ℒℴ𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃

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*𝕌𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘*
1989

The camera pans out the Menendez house in Beverly Hills.

"It's been over two months since the brutal murders in their Beverly Hills home" A female reporter says.

The camera pans to Erik doing sit ups and working out.

"But so far, the police don't seem to be any closer to finding out the killers." The female reporter continues.

"Come on, you fucking pussy! Don't stop." Erik grunted while lifting weights in the mirror.

The camera pans to Erik on the tennis court practice with the machine.

"Initial reports speculated that it might have been a mafia hit, possibly related to Jośe Menendez business dealings, in the home video industry as an exclusive for Live Entertainment" the reporter continues.

The camera pans to Erik sitting down in the floor and sobbing in the shower.

"But detective Alex Zoeller with the Beverly Hills police department recently told our reporters they're still pursuing all potential angles." the reporter finishes.

The camera pans to Erik eating on the couch watching the news.

"I can't give too many details, but i can say that this is still very much an active investigation, and that our guys will not rest until whoever committed these senseless and genius killings is behind bars and facing the death penalty." detective Alex Zoeller says making a statement.

Erik gets a haunted look on his face hearing about the death penalty. Eerie music starts playing an Erik starts hearing the gunshots from that night.

The camera pans to him waking around the house in nothing but grey sweatpants, a green singlet and white socks replaying those memories from that night walking to the closed of room where his parents were murderd, his heart beating out of his chest panicking.

Erik takes a deep breath and inches his hands towards the door nobs. He slowly opens the door with his eyes closed only opening them when the doors are fully opens.

Walking into the room slowly looking around remembering what happened that night 2 months ago. Remembering his mother's screams. The gunfire, the smoke and the echo's. Seeing the bloodstain on the couch where his father layed bleeding out.

He starts crying and pulls a shotgun out of thin air and places it under his chin as he starts sobbing, he then pulls the trigger. Erik wakes up with a gasp, covered in sweat the tv still playing in the background.

"Can you believe that she actually said that she picked out these dresses because she felt that we could wear them again?."

"i could wear this again, when hell freezes over and i'm invited to the skating party."

The camera pans to Dr.Ozial the his therapists who's phones ringing.

"Doctor Ozial speaking." He says

"Doctor Ozial, it's Erik Menendez."

Ozial takes his feet off of the desk and puts his book down sensing there was something wrong with Erik.