Richard Allen
"Can you tell me your name, son?"
Richard was going to strangle whoever was waking him up this early. His hard grey eyes snapped open and saw a man in a pale pair of scrubs. He was shaking him. Beeping was ricocheting inside his head that seemed to pulse with his headache.
"Blink twice if you can hear me?"
This man was crazy. Instead of blinking, Richard sat up with a question.
"Where am I? Who are you?" He tried to pull the wires and needles from his arms, but was quickly stopped by the man.
"Don't do that. What do you remember?"
Richard rolled his eyes, sick with both the oncoming migraine and the dumb questions. "You really want me to answer that?" When the man nodded, he continued. "My name is Richard Andrew Allen, I think I'm 18, I don't like people, especially my mother, my younger sister is dead, and that was my mother's fault."
The man paused, stunned, and regained his composer. "I'm Doctor Letterman. Your mom called the doctor saying she went to check up in on you and you were trying to kill yourself. Is that true?"
Richard couldn't help but scoff loudly. "No. Why would I-"
Doctor Letterman looked down at Richard forearms for a split second and then back up into his eyes.
"Oh." Was all the Allen boy could say. "I don't remember..." Richard fell into deep thought as the beeping in his head got faster. He felt himself lose vision and consciousness before slumping back against the pillow. The beeps got even faster and they pounded in his skull. The pain was excruciating. Then, almost suddenly, the beeps stopped and became one long ringing that hurt behind Richard's eyes.
Unfortunately, the beeps were not inside head, they came from the heart monitor beside him.
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Grant couldn't help but pace. So much had happened that his head hurt. Lauren was sitting cross legged on his bed with one of the most pleasantly devious smiles he'd ever seen.
"So what are you going to do about him?" She asked. Grant stopped mid-step.
Giving her a quizzical look, he questioned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, what are you going to do to Richard, silly."
The statement stunned Grant. It took him some time to fully understand what she was saying. "I-umm. I didn't plan on doing anything." A chill ran through his bones as a smile crept across his sister's features. "Did you?" Hoping the answer was no, the baseball player bit the end of his tongue.
"Now that you ask, I have a few ideas." Lauren played with her fringy blonde hair. She seemed to be in another state of mind as Grant studied her.
After a few silent passing moments, his curiosity overcame him. "What kind of ideas?"
Lauren barely let him finish before she started talking. "I've seen plenty of shows, dear brother. I know exactly what to do with the body when we're done. It won't be hard to hide seeing that he resembles a toothpick and no one's gonna miss him anyways."
