<<Plastics: Someone not right in the mind that proceeds to act as if everything were okay, even as they commit or witness heinous acts>>

Your family were plastics, all of them, you knew from the beginning. How could you not? But it doesn't matter, if you don't want to be the next mysterious stain on the wall, you too, need to act plastic.

In your opinion, plastics are the worst type of people you can find. They're psychopaths that don't hide it, but instead force you to become perfect like them, or they rid of you.

You found out your family were plastics on one stormy night, after your eldest brother, Lorenzo, got into an argument with your parents, you were sent to bed early, only, just a few hours later you jolt awake to a scream. Grabbing the pocket knife kept under your pillow, you approach your brother's room hesitantly. Getting there, you see your mother's eerie grin, your father dragging something towards the back door, and a mysterious red stain that wasn't there just two hours ago.

"No officer, he hasn't come home in days." Your mother says, her voice soft and seemingly upset, but, you can't tell if it's real or fiction as that same eerie smile from last night rests on her face.

You lead your friend to your room eagerly, happy to finally find someone who'll play with the girl who's family seemingly just disappears randomly.

"What are you doing, we need to go, now! Before they realize you saw!" You grab the hand of your friend, attempting to drag them away, but see your mother's grin as she approaches... it's already too late.

You stare at the two new stains in your eldest brother's room, wanting to cry, but the moment you hear footsteps approaching you force a smile to your face.