When I was only about six or seven years old my sister often liked to get me mad, in trouble, or hurt. I clearly remember one winter night walking into her room, and she was calmly sitting on the bed looking down at the candle in her hand, she then sniffed it and looked up at me with a "warm smile" but in that one smile so much pure evil was reflected. It made my skin chill. She called me over and said,
"Smell this candle, its vanilla. Just be careful when you grab it because the side of the container is broken, and you may cut yourself."
So i did as she said and smiled at her. Shelly then told me, "You know what would be cool? If you break the other side of the glass around the candle; just to see what would happen."
I hesitated, but she insisted and I ended up doing what she said. As I crammed the side of the candle in my hand I looked at her scared and she hurried me up. All of a sudden I was cracking the glass in my hand! my heart dropped to my stomach in horror, as I saw the blood stream coming from my hand. I was in so surprised that this had happend and started crying and screaming mega loud. My sister started laughing and covered my mouth and told me how dumb I was to actually do it. She made me scream and cry even harder, I yelled at my mom to come but she hushed me. She then told me that if I told my mom she would want to take me to the hospital and my guts might come out on the way, so just using a napkin and a band-aid would be much better. Shelly also told me that if I told my mom what happend she might get mad and hit me for being so foolish, so the best thing was to say it was an accident, and once again I did as she said with no questions.
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