Her Name was Stephanie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It was a perfect day.

Submitted: November 09, 2011

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It was when she was sixteen that it happened. She was able to recall the day perfectly. The day itself was wondrous. She was on the cheerleading squad, (hoping to make captain and bump the current girl back to just another cheer squad member.) she was wanted by several guys in her school, her parents loved and supported her and just led an overall happy life.

Yes, life was nice indeed.

This makes the reason why she killed her baby brother suddenly so mysterious. Hell, to this day, even she was still fuzzy on the core root of why. David… David… poor little baby David didn’t even have a fighting chance. It was as though some unknown, powerful force had taken over her body that one quiet Friday night and made her do it. Leaning over his crib and watching his tiny chest rise and then fall.

She was suddenly overcome with an incredible urge to fix that. A surge – or perhaps a jolt – of… something she could not identify flowed through her as the infant slowly passed; his tiny airways blocked. Slowly, she removed her hand and gazed down at her baby brother. As she stared at the forever still baby, she noted that he looked as if he were still sleeping; or perhaps, like a china doll.

She always wanted a sister. A sudden crash came from the shelf and she saw what was David’s favorite toy car had fallen from his toy shelf across the room and onto the floor, breaking. She knew it was symbolic somehow. The sudden realization that her parents would soon be home occurred to her and, reaching back into the crib, she grabbed little David’s blanket that he had kicked off in his sleep and put it over his tiny body, stroking his cheek and ruffling his hair before turning and walking out of the room.

She had managed to go to sleep before her mother came bursting in, waking her, clearly distressed about something.

Her mother wouldn’t stop crying.

Her father wouldn’t let the matter drop.

Obviously, sleeping for the rest of the night was out of the question.

Honestly, she didn’t understand why they didn’t just suck it up and move on. Voicing this brought stares of shock and horror from her parents. They were acting like they couldn’t have another child again ever. She wanted a girl; boys were annoying.

Her parents assumed it was SIDS that killed their precious baby, but called an investigator anyway. Much to her annoyance. Why investigate something that’s very easily solved? The investigation went on for about two months before she was abruptly pulled out of school. She was quickly put into handcuffs, told she was being arrested and charged as an adult for the premeditated murder of David Carmichael.

Her parents wouldn’t see her. Her friends were shocked and horrified. She wasn’t going back to school and therefore, was kicked off the cheerleading squad.

Orange wasn’t her color.

In her trial, the judge asked her what she’d plea.

So she straightened her spine, stood up tall and said, “I did it; I killed David.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, her face becoming wet from the tears flowing down her face. “I killed my brother.”

It was when she was sixteen that it happened. She was able to recall the day perfectly. The day itself was horrifying.

Her name was Stephanie.


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