Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25463414-20140929200919

see this is the story: “Lloyd! Come Help me with this box upstairs!” The mother calls out from atop the staircase. The Parkers just moved to a small town in Virginia called Millberry. The father, Paul, had found a new job there and they had to move in, unfortunately, towards the end of school year. Meaning Lloyd and his little sister would have to start over making friends. His older sister didn’t have to worry about making new friends because she was going to move again after the family had a place to settle. “Yes Mum!” Lloyd answered back as he made his way up the stairs. He struggled with the other side of the box, but manages to lift it up. “What’s in this thing?! Bricks?!” “It’s just some stuff that I didn’t want to throw out.” The mother replied with a huff as they set the box down. Lloyd was about to go back to unpacking when his mother called out to him, “Oh Lloyd before you go, can you get the scissors? I think your father has them.” “Yeah, sure. No problem.” He walked down the steps and out the front door to see if his father had been by the car. When he got to the vehicle at the end of the driveway he noticed his father was nowhere to be seen. As he turned back to the house he heard a voice call out to him, “Hey, you the new kid movin’ in?” Lloyd looked over to see two kids around the same age as him, if not older. He didn’t answer since it was kinda obvious. “Is that a ‘yes’?” The taller of the two asked getting impatient. “I suppose.” He answered a bit uninterested. “Hey don’t ignore me Albino!” The other one grabbed his arm. “Hey man calm down. Dude’s obviously busy right now.” The other intervened. The tall one closed his eyes for a second, retraining his rage, and ripped his arm away from the other one. “Fine. Hey Albino, what’s your name anyway? I’m Shawn and he’s-” “Tom.” Tom interrupted. “Yeah.” Shawn confirmed half annoyed. Lloyd stopped looking around for his father and faced them. “My name?” He asked as if that was the stupidest question that this kid could have asked. “Lloyd, Lloyd Parker.” Shawn continued staring at Lloyd, quietly. “What?” Lloyd asked feeling rather uncomfortable. “Is the rest of your family Albino Freaks?” Shawn questioned mockingly. Lloyd turned around. “No, actually.” Shawn laughed, “So then you’re the Freak of the family, huh?” He put more emphases on the word ‘Freak’ this time. Lloyd started to head back to his house. “Hey where ya' goin’?” He taunted. “He’s Albino. He’ll turn to ashes if he stays outside any longer!” Tom said with a grin. “Can’t tell if he’s blushing or if he’s starting to burn.” As much as he wanted to slam the door, he came in calmly as if he didn’t meet anyone. “Oh, Honey I found the scissors, turns out Jun had them.” Lloyd walked past his mother, his long white hair covering his eyes. “Great.” He said almost sarcastically. After a day or two, and they were settled in, Lloyd went right to school. Regardless of the year almost being over. He was shown around the building by a nerdy prep kid in his grade, who’s name isn’t important. “So that’s all there is to this wonderful school of ours. If you need anything else you can always-” “Yeah, thanks.” Lloyd cut him off and started to head to his first class. “Hey guys look! That’s the new kid I was tellin’ you about!” Shawn’s voice suddenly called out. “Does he have red eyes?” One kid asked being completely serious. “Hey Freak Did you bring your sunscreen? Coz I think you’re starting to burn under the light bulbs!” “Nah he’s just blushing!” This caused all of them to burst out laughing. Lloyd didn’t even look in their direction. The first class was Science. He had no warning that they’d be dissecting today, at his old school they did that weeks ago. Everyone got put into groups but Lloyd prefered to do it alone. As the teacher was reminding the class of procedures and about the tools, Lloyd picked up a scalpel. Which must have been new because Lloyd could see his reflection on it. He could see his bleach white hair, and his purple eyes. Most people don’t know purple eyes are natural. He thought about what Shawn’s little group of friends had said. ‘No. I don’t have red eyes.’ He thought angrily. He then looked at his hair. ‘Does this unique feature make me a freak? My little sister has white hair and brownish red eyes, but she’s not a freak either. Why does everybody think all albinos have red eyes?’ he thought about the color red as he slowly spun the scalpel in his hand. Without thinking he stabbed the frog in the throat. “Lloyd!” The teacher yelled in the middle of her sentence. The whole class looked at Lloyd. “I know you’re probably excited about cutting the frog open but I just got done saying treat these frogs with respect! They were living creatures at one point.” As the end of the class period drew near, Lloyd heard a kid behind him say, "It's kinda like we're doctors except we're not stitching them back up." Which made Lloyd look back. The kids behind him were gagging from the smell and looks of the frog they were dissecting. Lloyd then looked back at his own frog, all neatly cut up. By the end of class Lloyd had stitched up the frog, every organ he had cut into he had carefully stitched back together with a needle and some thread he had in his bag. As he finished stitching the neck wound he had inflicted earlier he heard that kid from earlier ask, “Oh my god did you really?” Lloyd didn’t expect him to be right behind him so he jumped a little and accidently cut himself. Warm blood ran down his pale hand as he turned around to see the kids curious yet disgusted face. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to jump you, but how can you stand the smell enough to do that man?” He asked. Lloyd just watched the blood run down his arm onto the table. It looked beautiful on his pale skin, he thought. The teacher looked over and saw he was bleeding. “Oh gosh, Lloyd you’d better go wash that cut out!” The bell rang. “I’m going to take care of this frog first.” He said. The teacher hesitantly allowed him to do so and left the room for a second. Lloyd wrapped it in paper towels, put it in a baggie, put the frog in his bag and left the classroom. At Lunch Lloyd went to get a bandaid for it because his fragile skin kept reopening the wound. As he was walking to the nurses office he saw Shawn again. “Hey there Bleach head. Did you come here for some sun screen? You do need it though, your face is almost blood red.” Lloyd held up his arm where the blood was dripping, “My face isn’t what’s bloody.” Shawn tried to hold back a laugh. “Well I don’t blame you, you need all the blood you can get, as the sic-” Before Shawn even finished his sentence Lloyd punched him in the face. Lloyd couldn’t stop he just keep punching him punch after punch. “As a what? Sickly child?” Lloyd bent down to where Shawn was. “I don’t think a “sickly child” could make you bleed this much.” He whispered tauntingly. He started to laugh uncontrollably. “What was it you called me earlier? Freak was it? Shawn, I’ll show you what a Freak is.” He kicked shawn in the jaw causing a slight cracking sound. A couple teachers heard the commotion and held Lloyd back before he actually killed his tormentor. That afternoon Lloyd got sent home. He couldn’t stop smiling and every once in a while he’d let out a giggle. Once he got home he immediately went up to his room and shut the door. He took out the frog. Just as he started to undo the stitches he heard a knock on his door. He just stared at the door without saying a word. “Woyd? Can I come in?” He recognized the voice as his 9 year old sister Rosemary. This made him smile again. My wonderful albino sister! She’s just like me! Maybe I can make her understand. He thought. “Rosey, my sweet sister, come in.” He opened the door for her and locked it shut behind her, she didn’t notice though. She loved her big brother and was too excited that he’d let her in. “What’s that?” She asked pointing to the frog. He chuckled and pulled at the stitches. “Oh hey are you trying to be a doctor?” She asked. “Something like that. Rosey come here, I’m going to show you how to stitch someone up.” He motioned for her to come over. She walked over to the desk. He let her grab the needle and walked her through the motion of stitching it back up. “Hurray we fixed it! When will it wake up, Woyd?” She asked and looked up with her big curious brownish red eyes. Lloyd chuckled, but this time it made Rosemary a bit nervous. With a wide grin he replied, “It won’t.” She gasped and started to back away. “Where are you going Rosey? I thought you wanted to help me? We aren’t finished you know we still have Jun, Lucile and Paul left. You’re not leaving me are you? You’re the only one that will understand.” He stood up. “What are you talking about?” She could barely get the words out over the tears. “You look like me. We both have white hair and fair skin-” “Yeah but I’ll never be like you, freak!” She tried opening the door, but to no avail. All Lloyd could do was stand there he couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Freak, huh?” His white hair covered his eyes. “Woyd?” She asked nervously. He started to walk towards her, “Rosey, I’ll show you what a Freak is.” Lloyd walked over to the door and unlocked it. She was about to run out but he forced her back causing her to fall back. Before he closed the door leaving her alone he looked through the crack of the door and said, “Wait here.” and locked the door. He went into Jun’s room first. “Hey knock first, Freak!” Jun yelled as she hid a note book. Lloyd’s hair was covering one eye. “But sis, I wanted to show you something.” “Oh yeah? Like what?” He grinned. “It’s outside your window, I promise you’ll like it.” “Fine.” She said kind of annoyed as they both walked over to the window. “What is it? I can’t see anything.” “Oh sorry, the window must be causing a glare.” She opened the window, and looked out. Lloyd walked behind her. “Where is it?” she started to lean out the window. Lloyd shoved her further out causing her to fall with a wet crack. “It’s called Death.” he whispered. Then he started to scream. “Lloyd, Dear, what is it? What’s wrong?” His mother came rushing into the room. “I-it’s J-jun. She fell out the window!” He said in a quivering voice. “What?!” She said as a pit in her stomach dropped. She cautiously made her way to the window. It was dark so she couldn’t see the body at first. She lended out the window to get a better view. Lloyd pushed her too. It was easier this time because she was so little. He began to uncontrollably laugh. Before going into his parents room he went to the kitchen, and grabbed the sharpest knife he could find. If he did it quick enough it wouldn’t be a problem. His father was a very heavy sleeper and probably was still sleeping regardless of the noise. He crept up to the master bed room. The door had been opened just a little. It slowly squeaked as he pushed open the door. And sure enough there was his father deep in his sleep. He stood by the side of the bed and it started to rain. A smile crept across his face. For a second he contiplated what he should do with this one, the other two kinda had boring deaths. He might as well make the head of the family be the grand finally. Lloyd tied a rope around his fathers neck, and then quickly stabbed both of his legs so he couldn't walk. This woke his father up, as he felt the sensation of pain run through his whole body, and something warm running down his legs. He tried to move but his head had been kept into place by the rope, and he couldn't feel his legs enough to walk. Then felt another sensation of pain through both of his arms. He couldn't hold back a scream anymore. "Ugh enough of that! You have such an ugly scream." He heard his tormentor say. "W-wait L-Loy-" "Shshhhhh it's Stitches now." With that he plunged the knife into Paul's neck. Paul's body started to twitch a little. Llyod started to laugh but then remembered the other body's he had outside. Knock knock "Woyd? I-is that you?" Rosemary stared at the door intensely while griping a pillow. "Hehe Yes, Rosey dear. I got the materal ready! We can start at once! Don't you want to help your big brother Woyd?" "But I'm scared." Lloyd opened the door and neeled down at his sisters side. He whiped the tears from he fraga palel face. "Awwww Rosey, there's nothing to fear, I know it may seem scary at first but this is all for you." "For me?" She looked up at Lloyd in confusion. "Of course! And I know you were just starting to get used to Lucile and Paul, but they were in the way, but not completely useless. Rosemary, I'll show you a world where you can make anything you want out of pretty much anything. All I ask is that you trust me, okay." He rubbed her back to be reassuring. There was a pause as she thought everything over. "So, I don't need mommy and daddy?" "Why would you need them when you have me! After all they're different from us, they wouldn't have understood anyway." "So then Jun-" "We'll take care of her too." "I just don't want to see them hurt, and scream." "Oh they're not gunna scream anymore." "Really?" "Yep, now why don't we stitch them like I taught Ya?" They both stood up and started to walk to the master bed room. Rain still lightly falling outside. "Woyd,-" "Oh and by the way it's Stitches now." "S-stitches...." The new name felt weird the way it rolled off her toungue. "Rosey I'm going out now." "Oh ok, I'm gunna finish stitching this cape, can you get someone with lighter skin? This is too tan, it'll look weird when the cape is finished..." "I'm getting Shawn and Tom today..." "That guy that can't talk and that short skinny kid?" "Yeah." Rosemary grinned with a happy smile only an 11 year old can have. "Make sure you make 'em bleed a whole lot!" "Oh I'm gunna do more then that!" "You're gunna miss you're chance if you keep talking about it. "Right." With that he walked out on his way to kill his next victim, he planed to do so with only scissors. Rosey started at the door for a second, and then looked at her hands. "This isn't normal is it?" 