Reprisal |✔️

Chapter two

I heard Arielle discussing with our mother to let her take the room downstairs. When our mother asked, she said she was terrified of me, and that I could harm her.

Sounds funny huh? Maybe bizarre too.

I walked into the living room and glared at them, none of us speaking a word. Their eyes were as wide as saucers. Our father walked in on our staring contest and asked what the matter was. No one said anything.

"Won't you talk?" He turned to me. Why did it have to be me? "Why don't you ask your beloved wife and favorite child?" I wanted to say to him but the last time I did something as foolish as that, it earned me two slaps and I was grounded.

I, instead, turned back and walked out of the room. I went up to our room and buried my face in my pillow. Why did life have to be so unfair? Why did everyone hate me? Why couldn't I be like Arielle?

I did not cry, as I would have done when I was younger. I pressed my face harder into the pillow, wishing I'd just die of asphyxiation. Another big science word I learned. It took me hours to get the spelling correctly. I wrote and rewrote the word in my jotter and then closed my eyes and imagined what I wrote before it finally stuck.

Someone opened the door to our room and came to where I was. I held my breath and felt the person lean closer. It was Arielle. She was wearing the perfume that ginger head idiot gave to her.

"Sissy?" She gently placed her hand on my back. Oh how I hated that name. Sissy. Even though I knew she meant 'sister', it did make me feel like a sissy. An idiot who could not make rational decisions for herself. An incompetent fool. I just did not like the name, it reminded me of the many advantages she had over me.

"Sissy." She said again and I released my breath. One very dumb talent I was so proud of as a child. I could hold my breath for five minutes. One of the many things I taught myself when Arielle was being the golden child. Usually, after releasing my breath, I would scream. I would scream until my throat was sore and my voice cracked.

I stopped doing that when I was thirteen because I thought it was an immature thing to do.

"Are you alright, sissy?" Arielle raised her voice a little and tapped me harder this time. I found myself doing what I hadn't done in three years.

I screamed.

I screamed until I did not have it in me to scream anymore.

What happened next went by in a blur. Our parents dashed inside, terror on their faces and syringes between their fingers. They came right towards me.

I tried to fight them off but they were too strong for me. I felt the prick of a needle in my wrist and everything went fuzzy. I felt another prick on my second wrist and my eyes started to shut on their own accord.

As I drifted to unconsciousness, I saw Arielle crying in a corner.

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