Tyler Waters is an abomination to the Water family. Her black hair, and ice cold eyes making her the outcast of Havana. When Tyler learns of her grandmothers death in the rotting Mental Hospital, she is determined to find out who killed her, even though it was ruled a suicide over sixty years ago. But when Tyler finds out that the Hospital is going to be torn down and made into a shopping mall, she is more focused than ever to gather a group of friends and tear the place up for evidence. Problem is, Tyler has no friends. So she settles on the Jock, The Emo, and the Burn- out. Together they set out in the black of night to search every inch of the deteriorating hospital. But when Tyler realizes someone in the group has different intentions than helping her, the search for peace turns into a fight for her life. Will she make it out alive, or will one of the kids in her group stab her in the back?
Chapter 1 – The Heart the Ceases to Beat
My Grandma, Lucinda, was only twenty-four when she died. She died in a heartless hospital, a horrible place where they locked up the crazy, and experimented on them. Forcing them to do things they didn’t want to do, killing them off one by one. Of coarse the government lied though, said that each patient couldn’t handle their minds, so they killed themselves. I knew it was a lie. Something in me screamed bloody murder, but I could never voice my opinion, because hear in Havana, Washington I’m an outcast, and of coarse no one would listen to me. A town full of rich, fake blondes, and hairy old men lives a girl, and that girl is me. I’m the one they talk about here, the one that is considered crazy. They all say I take after my Grandma, my icy blue eyes holding an ancient burn, a desire so strong that it was driving both of us crazy. I knew though, even though I never met her, I knew she wasn’t crazy. She just knew to much for her own good. Just like me. And it doesn’t help the gossip that I look exactly like her, in her golden years that is. My slender physique matching hers. My deathly pale skin in deep contrast to my night black hair matching Lucinda’s. I was picture perfect, I was a mystery, but better yet, I was a horror in the small town of Havana.
"You bitch!" My mother, Stacy, screamed at me, as I watched my father lying on the ground. Holding his head in pain from where I broke the vase on him. I smiled, my blinding white teeth glinting in horror. "You’re a horrible person. You’re just as bad as that damn lady you cherish so much. You belong in hell with her. " My mother screamed at me, holding the cross in front of my face. It doesn’t help that fact that I’m a bit sadistic and I live in a house full of dedicated Christians. It wasn’t my fault that I wanted to make things right, I had to set my grandma free. She talked to me at night, told me things about Havana City Hospital. She told me about all of the terrible, terrible things they did to her in there. They pulled brain cells, they electrocuted. Everything they could think of, and then they killed her. There was no doubt about it. As I got older, the picture got clearer, and I got more obsessed.
I slapped my mom hard, tearing the cross away from here, and breaking it in two. She screamed a blood curdling scream and my oh so perfect sister came running down the stairs. Her platinum blonde hair swishing out behind her. She was perfect in the eyes of many, but only I knew her dark secrets. Damn, if people could just she her track record of guys, they’d think I was the saint. At least I don’t sell my body for cash. I may not have my mind, but I sure do have my pride.
Criticism, and help. Thanks!! Oh, and I know it kind of goes in and out of past tense, I have to fix that. So thanks!
~Tyler.
tinkibea… – Yeah, spelling not my best thing. But she is going to go into the hospital and track down old files, and you’re just going to see if they find her grandmas killer;]
Mak K – I am a girl, haha.
Oh, yeah and I have most of the story finished, so if you guys want to read more just tell me.
It needs a bit cleaning up.
Spelling, grammar, and flow.
"..lives a girl, and that girl is me. "
This sentence is out of place, because we already know she’s talking about herself, and we already know she lives amongst these people.
Keep working on it, it has a lot of potential.
