After the big 'misunderstanding' they wanted to send me to an institution seeming the only words I said were, "why did momma paint all over everything?" But I just so happened to have a distant aunt, who was close to both of my parents, that was a physciatrist and willing to take me in. I was grateful! But it turned out she just wanted the money and publicity so I ended up like Harry Potter under the stairs except I got the basement.
"Happy birthday to meeee," I sang to myself. I am turning 18 and can finally leave this hellhole. I zipped up the last of my clothes before turning out the light like I was blowing out a candle on my non-existant birthday cake. It was midnight so Aunt Katie was fast asleep. I crept up the stairs bag in hand and slowly opened the door. I turned off the stair light and walked out into the kitchen. I grabbed my other, empty, bag and filled it with canned food and snacks. I grabbed a couple pieces of silverware also. Lastly I dug into the cookie jar. I felt around for the bottom and then pushed hard. It broke and my fingers felt paper. I felt around more and also felt a key chain. I grabbed it all and ran out the door not caring about the noise. I just wanted out.
I ran to the garage I had prepared and opened it, throwing the door open. I uncovered my junkey car and threw my bag in the passenger side and sat in the drivers seat. I took a deep breath and drove off, never to be seen again.
******3 months later*******
The scene was horrific. We charged into the house hearing the screams from the outside. I had my gun raised and was ready to shoot when I kicked down the door to a bedroom. There was blood everywhere. A teenager stood by the side of the bed with a raised knife.
"Drop your weapon!" I yelled horrified. The young man turned around to show a confused, blood speckled face. He dropped the knife like it was on fire.
"Put your hands up!" I demanded. He did as he was told and raised his arms. A single tear fell down his pale face and splashed into the blood puddle at his feet. I ran up to him and got out my hand cuffs.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney in an interrogation; if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you." More police barged into the room to collect the body and evidence. I escorted the criminal to the car roughly and threw him in the backseat. Damn murderers.
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His Organs
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if your parents died when you were five and you had their blood on your hands. Grey Tyler murdered his parents when he was just five and then got sent to his aunt's. When he became of age he ran away never to be seen again. Off the map. Then he...
