I think my parents are trying to kill me : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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Every morning is the same thing, I go to the kitchen, sit down at the dinner table, my breakfast always tastes funny when mum gives it to me so I refuse to eat it every morning and pour my own bowl.

We get in the car, my mum straps me in extra tightly, my sister sits next to me, she has a nervous smile on her face.

I get to school and I have to see the Councillor, he doesn’t even do anything, just gives me a glass of orange juice, asks how I am then after a brief chat sends me to class. He seems worried too, like he’s scared of something.

As I walk to my class I can see everyone looking at me, whispering to their friends about me.

After an uneventful day at school I walk home, I go to the kitchen to get a snack, I can hear my parents upstairs arguing, my mum says they need to deal with me, that I need to go, as I grab the box of cereal I notice a plastic bottle behind it labeled Risperidone, I knew it, I knew they were trying to kill me.

I can hear them coming downstairs now, they must know I’m home by now. I grab a kitchen knife and sit waiting for them to get into the kitchen.

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