Short Stories (1)

When she's playing with my toys. . .

A/N: so the idea was to write a story of when your sibling is playing with your toys.

I rocked on the balls of my feet trying to keep my anger in check as my knuckles grew white and anger coursed through my veins, frowns dig their way through the surface of my skin as I heard her giggle happily while working through the braids of my dolls hair. The silence was nerve wracking, the hands of the clock seemed to slow down eventually coming to a halt.

We locked eyes, gingerbread brown clashed against chocolate brown, and for a moment everything had stopped. The fire in the pit of my stomach grew heavy, the anger in my veins sparked to life as I noticed the genuine terror in those chocolate brown eyes belonging to my younger sister. The doll slipped through her trembling fingers landing on the crimson colored carpet with a loud thud.

I broke the stare first as the atmosphere grew tense, the ticking of the clock grew louder and the silence stretched for a second. I looked at the doll resting at the foot of our couch before looking back at my sister who now looked close to tears. Sighing I turned around leaving her in the comfort of silence.