I hate it when Charlie has to go away.
My parents constantly try to explain how sick he is. That I'm lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly. When I complain about how bored I am without my little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine.
I always beg them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first.
Charlie has been back home several times each shorter than the last. Without fail it starts again. The cats get found in the chest again with gouged out eyes. My dads razors found dropped on the baby slide at the park. My moms vitamins replaced with dish detergent.
I hate it when Charlie goes away. I have to pretend to be good.
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
