It all began in the Summer of 1988.......
My family and I were not the average family everybody else was, we where more outsiders. My sister Shelly had been born with many disabilities along with my 2 brothers who were also diagnosed with epilepsy and tourette syndrome but they weren't nearly as bad as Shelly she had down syndrome and many more diagnosis, disadvantaging her from being a normal teenager. Her legs never worked along with her arms.
I was made to look after her 24/7 my mother -Anne- and my step father -David- where both extreme drug abusers and alcoholics consistently getting "high" and arguing.
I remember one time my mother locked Shelly in a room surrounded by mirrors and screamed at her " TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOUR SELF, SHELLY YOU ARENT BEAUTIFUL"
She would cry and cry for hours on end....
I would sometimes here her say "I just wanna be a pretty girl" it made me feel depressed. I couldn't help my sister, she would be like this forever...
Until one night the fighting worsened. My brother Jack and Toby where screaming at the top of their lungs screaming at David to leave and go home.
Shelly was in her bedroom crying uncontrollably from the pain. My mother had spent her money on alcohol and couldn't afford to get Shelly her medicine that she needed. She was locked away in that room like a prisoner.
I had enough of it I ran up to Shelly's room. I looked her straight in the eye and said "I can take the pain away, I can make it go away Shelly. I can take you somewhere clean and kind it will all be over" I let out a loud cry as tears poured down my face.
Shelly looked at me and smiled. I held her hand and put a pillow over her head "I'm sorry" I whispered. I held it til the kicking was over.
She would be happier dead than in this room locked away in pain I told myself. But it wasn't enough I still felt guilty even if it was the right thing to do.
The next morning I forgot about what happened and I got up and ran into Shelly's room. And there layed her dead corpse. My heart broke in pieces, my Mother in tears on the ground while David was comforting her.
"ITS YOUR FAULT SHE'S DEAD I SCREAMED"
The police and investigators came but wrote it off as "natural death" because of her condition.
Thanks for reading my first chapter!!!!! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
