Atazrial Stories

Story 1, Chapter 1

warnings for the following:

- implied underaged drinking

Agony. Torment, suffering, however you'd want to say it, that's what Atazrial felt. Pain like she had never felt in her life-- pain that could never be relieved no matter how hard someone tried to get through the sinking feeling she felt in her stomach. This wasn't psychical pain, though. That was the worst part.

It was a calm night in December, a Friday in 1988, to be exact. Atazrial wasn't extremely self centered or anything, but she loved herself enough to recognize that she was quite a pretty 17 year old girl. She had shoulder length brown hair that was sort of poofy, but not messy. She was actually in the process of growing it out. Her little sister, Cosette, had beautiful long, dark brown hair that reached her thighs. And at only 12 years old. Atazrial was jealous of her hair length, but that was all. She loved Cosette too much to ever be violently jealous of her.

Cosette was adopted when she was very little, something she knew even from a young age. She wasn't heavily disturbed or bothered by it in any way, she figured that if she was up for adoption to begin with, she was in a better place with Atazrial and her new family than she was in her original one. She even figured her name 'Cosette' didn't quite fit in, she was of French descent, hence the name, but she wasn't completely out of place, as 'Atazrial' wasn't a very common name either. She also discovered quite young that she had some type of bond with magic tricks-- nothing out of the ordinary. Things like pulling a little bunny toy out of a hat entertained her for hours, and Atazrial realized this very early on as well. So Taz would try to learn 'magic tricks', things like disappearing cards, pulling things out of a hat and so on. Anything for her sister.

"Sis! You're finally home!" the little girl screamed, running up to her older sister who stood in the front doorway, seemingly dazed. She threw herself at her and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace, snapping Atazrial out of whatever trance she had found herself trapped in. Cosette would never know this, but Atazrial wasn't completely sober at that moment in time. It was anywhere around 10 or 11pm and Taz had just arrived back from a christmas party held by one of her friends. Unfortunately, Taz had partaken in an activity that would get her into some trouble, that was if anyone found out. She had a few drinks, nothing that was horribly alcoholic such as beer or the sorts, only a few fizzy drinks, just to get a little buzz in her.

"Hey, Cosette..." Taz was finally able to blurt out, alerting the little girl in front of her that the hugging period was over, and she let go.

"It's so late! where were you?"

"I was at a friend's..i told you i was going tonight." Atazrial tried her best to hold up her end of the conversation, despite the headache that had just set in, pounding her brain like a sledgehammer struggling to break down a wall of concrete.

"Oh, right..you promised we were gonna go on a ride today! Can we still? I know it's so late, but-"

"No." Taz quickly cut her off, an expression spread across her face that was a good mix of anger, exhaustion, and disappointment.

Cosette's heart began shaking inside her chest, threatening to break right down the middle.

"B-But you promised...you said- you said 'this friday'! 'This friday, i'll take you on a ride'. I hate when you break your promises... Please?? Just for a few minutes?" The girl pleaded, basically hanging onto Atazrial's clothes, not permitting her to pass fully through the front door and therefore letting all of the hot air inside the home escape right outside and be replaced with the freezing wonderland temperatures. There had just been a snowstorm the whole day, which also caused school to be canceled for both of the girls. It had calmed down more now, as the world had the whole day to let its anger out on the civilization below, but it continued to flurry.

Atazrial took a moment to look Cosette dead in the eyes, then turned to examine outside, before looking right back at the little girl in front of her. She couldn't force herself not to say no, even if her brain was working at 100% right now.

"...Fine. Get my keys from the counter, please."