Trapped

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Luann looked at me like I was insane. Her jaw was dropped and she shook her head to get the described images out of her head. Jerry stood back there putting his head down, as if it wasn't the first time he's seen this happen. I continued puffing out of the hookah pen, letting the vapor escape my nose. Luann started scribbling down, she wrote in a sloppy cursive that looked like a writing of cereal killer.

She peered up, "You watched all of this happen?" A piece of hair fell from her bun. "You watched your best friend get bent up like a cereal box going in the trash."

I just kept looking at the smoke that seeped away. "yes, if you put it that way I guess."

"Ann?" Jerry called. "How are you coping with this?" he must have been thinking about his own daughter. I could see the fear in his dark eyes.

"Well," I started, taking the pen out of my mouth. "I was abused by my mother until my dad could finally take custody of me. She broke multiple of my bones and said I was a clumsy kid at the play ground." I looked down at my reconstructed body and twisted my arms around, remembering when she would do this without thought.

Luann scribbled more on her paper and looked at me with a sad face. The first time of sympathy I've seen out of her. "How is living with your father?"

"Great!" I said happily. "other then him getting me into cigarettes because he is a heavy smoker, he's been there for me, he can support me, and we always did fun things together. He even paid a lot of money to fix my teeth." I grinned showing her my almost perfect teeth. "I had multiple defects and problems being born from a Heroine, crack user."

Luann shook her head but gave me a nice smile. She scribbled down some circles on her sheet and looked back up still smiling. "Well, continue on darling."

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I started sobbing at the closet where heathers body was stored. All I could think of was how could anyone do this! Especially since it was her own niece! Jeanie walked out of the room, returning with a cross. She said a prayer and sat the cross against the closet door. For a moment Jeanie looked upset, but it changed when she saw me. Her smile formed twisted, She picked me up by my hoodie, I was slowly regaining balance.

The next room she took me two was next to heathers. It was Evan's room... Her little brother. We walked in, and I saw little Evan laying in his bed with his arms crossed. He wasn't dead, just knocked out. She walked up to Evan and smiled as she dragged her long perfect nails across his face. She walked across the room to grab her nursing kit. Pulling out a set up for an IV, She hooked up Evan and grabbed a small little medicine jar. Taking a fresh needle and poking it through the small jar, she withdrew a all of the liquid.

Walking over to Evan, She grabbed his jaw. "Wake up Evie! It's time for your medicine!" She took his IV line and injected the liquid.

Evan slowly rose out if sleep, but he started spazzing out and screaming. Jeanie stood there as she watched Evan scream in agony. I limped over and threw up on the floor and looked away. Squinting my eyes, hoping they would help block out his screams. Eventually they stopped.. and little Evan laid on the bed lifeless. I could barely look, as I saw his eyes were rolled to the back of his head. I threw up again, gagging and spitting as the blonde laughed.

"Lite stomach huh?" she laughed as she took her fingers and closed Evan's eyes. Once again saying a prayer with a cross, and placing it next to the bed.

I was speechless, I felt my whole body go hallow with discuss.

"Don't worry, I'll show you the parents, who have been killed, and we take what I want and go." The blonde grabbed my hoodie again and pulled me with her.

I just wanted everything to end. I wanted my life to end. I'd rather live with mom again than this shit. Out of no where, I blacked out. I remember hitting my head extremely hard, but that was it. I then woke up, to a whole new surprise.