Psycho at 16. 2. Williams story.

Part 1, Wanting Willow.

While my mum checked me out of the hospital I got changed into a pair of nice, bloodless clothes. I waited for her to finish up at the front desk then she came back to my room to get me and we left. While we walked out to the car my mother started to have an awkward conversation with me that I wasn't ready for. "So, are you ready to go back to school, make new friends?" She questioned with a warm smile. "I don't know mum, I mean all of my friends were just murdered. And I was left with Nick and Faith's baby. Oh my god the baby he's-" "Safely at home with your father," My mother cut in before I could start going to ungodly conclusions. "Oh thank God, I almost had a heart attack. But mum, doesn't dad hate babies?" "Yes, you're exactly right. Which is why I suggest we hurry up and get home before your father actually does have a heart attack. Hmm." "Yes, of course mother." I shuffled around to the other side of the car and got into the passenger seat. We rushed to the airport hoping father didn't have an incident while he was home with the baby.

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We walked into the front door of the tan, 1960's house, it was a large house; three bedrooms side-by-side, a three season porch converted into another bedroom, and two bathrooms, one upstairs with the other rooms, and the other, downstairs with the laundry room and my father's office. I walked into the living room which was about two feet from the front door. Instantly I ran across the tan carpet and jumped on the giant, tarnished leather couch we have. "I see the old things still got her original skin," I laughed while hugging my father then gestured to the couch. "Yeah, we gotta keep her just the way she is. She's like family, and you don't make family change," Replied my father. He was tall and bald. Extremely skinny too. He had a strange outlook on life. And an even stranger way of living it. "Here you are William, your new baby. "Oh Brandon, don't be so quick to give up your new grandbaby." Said my mother while taking the baby from my arms and returning him to my father's." Then a little girl, the age of six. And a little boy the age of four walked into the room with us. "Father, can we go outside and-" She glanced up at me. "William, You're home!" Screamed the little girl. "Hello sister, how've you been?" I asked while picking her up and embracing her. "Don't forget about me." Said the little boy at my knees. "Oh I could never forget about you, little Wesley." I picked up the little boy and gave him a giant hug too. I walked around the living room after setting my siblings down. I saw hanging on the fireplace next to the couch was our family photos. There were individual pictures of us all, one of my parents alone, one of us kids, and one picture was my entire family, my parents standing side by side, with my older sister Willow and I on chairs infront of them. Willow was sitting in front of my father and she was holding Wesley. I was sitting in front of my mother holding my sister Willa. We all wore matching clothes, the boys wore black pants, a white shirt and light blue cardigans. The girls wore their hair down in curls. They wore beautiful dresses that matched our cardigans, with black tights that had light blue Flowers. My parents walked up behind me, each holding one of my siblings. "We all miss her. You don't have to hide it," Choked my mother as she started to tear up, "She didn't deserve to die. Not like this."
"Your friends' older siblings are to blame, We should've never let you hang out with those children after what their older brothers and sisters did to our Willow," Said my father in a half angry, half broken tone. "Father, you can't really think-" "Stop it right now William!" My father started. "You may have been friends with that girl Allie, but that doesn't change what her brother Alfie and those other kids did to your sister." "Father, Alfie loved Willow. You can't honestly believe that he'd do anything to hurt her. Can you?" My father set my brother down and left the room. Slamming the wooden sliding door between our living room and dining room behind him. "I'm sorry William. Don't mind your father. He'll get better. I promise." My mother assured.