Story Time with Uncle Daniel

Since I really have nothing to post about, except how well I'm recovering (Still bedridden, waiting for the skin to grow back on the bottom of my feet, but pretty decent otherwise. The swelling in my eye has gone down, so I finally see again out of both eyes!)
I'll treat you all to a little story. Why I hate The Red Cap so much. Because she killed my best friend.
It was back in....seventh grade, I believe. I was 12. I had a best friend. Her name was Allison. We had been best friends for years, and we legitimately loved each other, but didn't due to a rather jealous ex-boyfriend of hers.
I was at her house, playing video games with her (I still have the copy of Mario Kart Wii we were playing) and her parents were at work. They trusted me enough to leave her and I alone without worrying we were gonna fuck each other's brains out or anything. Then again, we were 12, so that probably was a contributing factor, but.....I digress. Whatever.
Either way, we had ordered a pizza, and the doorbell rang about five minutes afterwards. Obviously assuming it was the pizza guy, though he was pretty fast, Allison went and opened the door. We were both surprised to see it wasn't the pizza, but a beautiful red-haired woman, and I mean her hair was fucking RED, with a dress to match, standing there.
"Can I help y-y-" Her voice cut off, as the woman coyly whispered to her "Let me in." It was barely audible as she dissolved into red sparks and flew into Allison. The door slammed shut.
She turned to me, blood trickling from her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her ears. She stumbled towards me, blood now streaming down her leg. She turned suddenly on one heel, almost as if she was...a marionette...................................................................................................................................................................................................
Woops, sorry, I sort of zoned out while holding the period key. I guess I'll just leave them all there. Whatever. This is traumatic for me to tell at best, but I guess I might as well tell somebody. Not even Elise knows this, but she will after I publish this......I'm digressing again.
She sort of fell into the kitchen, and pulled out what I guess must've been a knife for carving up thanksgiving turkeys or something massive like that. And then she cut herself, her arms, her torso, her legs. She was the turkey. She turned to me, and that bloody face, that placid grin, the wrecked, ruined face of that sweet, wonderful, slightly tomboyish girl that I had known since preschool...I'll never forget that face, for as long as I live.
Then, falling towards me, she tried to bleed ON ME. I had no clue, of course, what was going on, but now I know. After failing to do this for a little while, due to me backing up around the room to avoid it, The Red Cap left Allison's body, causing Allison to fall to the floor with a resounding thud.
Red calmly walked over to me, and knelt down next to me. "Let me-" She began, but couldn't finish, as her skull caved in from a blow from the closest weapon I could find. An Xbox controller. I swear, those things are fucking lethal. And Nintendo thinks their Wiimote could do some damage.
I left everything as it was, and went over to check Allison's pulse. Nothing. She was gone. So I called the cops. Five minutes and they were there.
I told them a....slightly incorrect version of the story, through my sobbing. I told them that Allison went and answered the door, and Red forced her way in, with the knife (Somehow the fingerprints of the woman were on the knife) and cut up Allison, while she fought her off. After Allison was killed, the woman went after me with the knife, and I knocked it out of her hand (Hence why it was over near Allison rather than Red) and then when she tried to attack me anyways, I caved her head in with the Xbox controller.
I was taken home, where my very sympathetic parents cleaned me up and took me for therapy. The symptoms went away for a little while, but when they came back, my parents finally gave in and the whole family packed up and moved from Maine to Pennsylvania.
Well, there you go, folks, that's why I hate The Red Cap. Now, if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go cry myself to sleep now.
~Thompson out.