Broken

The worst bed time story ever

Scott's house. Scott's P.O.V
Caroline was currently sitting on my bed. While me and Stiles stood. Ok so why do they think your crazy?
Because I believe in the supernatural. Caroline said why? How did you find out about the supernatural? Stiles said giving her a quizzical look. That is a long tragic story. Caroline said with a stone faced expression.
I'm pretty sure we don't have anything else to do until tomorrow so get talking. Stiles said grabbing a pen and notebook of my desk. Caroline sighed and started the story.      I was 12 it was the first day of summer and I had just gotten of the bus. We lived deep in the woods and had a very long driveway so I had a ways to walk on the way home I remember stopping to play in my fort I had built for my sister. She was going to be four that year. I played around for a while so the sun was going down when I actually made it to the house i noticed that my dog wasn't in the yard she was a German Shepard named Artemis
I ran inside to tell my mom and dad that she had gotten out but when I got inside I ran to the kitchen I discovered claw marks on the floor so I went to dads room nothin next I went to my sisters room................ Caroline stopped her expression sad. What!! What happened next! You don't just tell a story and stop when it gets good!! Stiles snapped. They.... They had all been killed. Screaming I remember running out of the house I started to run towards the road when something tackled me from behind suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my side and then it was gone just as fast as it had came after that I don't remember much.      But I do remember waking up in a cold grey ugly room.     Other than that the only other thing that really matters is that every full moon I get chained and hand cuffed to a bed. The doctors don't know what to think about me they think it's an infection or something. Smirking stiles sarcastically said well it's not an infection