𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 - ​𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠

01| Fraternal love

Nine years later...

"So what did you need?"

"A couple of pens, notebooks and some batteries" - your sister had never been particularly happy with having to constantly take you wherever you had to go. But in the end, it's the older sister's job, at least that's what your mother says.

She hated being disturbed about trivial things, especially when she was studying, and you loved seeing her with that annoyed look, even if you would never admit it to prevent her from killing you in your sleep.

Your mother has been nagging you ever since you were born with the 'you are pretty much the same' thing, especially because of your character.
Even if the picture of your relationship you gave was negative, very similar to that of dog and cat, in reality you got along pretty well in the house.

"Batteries? What are you going to do with those?" -Taylor always had a focused look while she spoke, even when that wasn't the case.
Lately, however, she seemed more lost in her thoughts than usual and you, as a good sister that you were, kept trying to mind her business in an attempt to understand what had happened.
For now, no positive results had been obtained.

You promptly ignored the question, continuing to go further into your village's shopping center.

Let's say you lived in a fairly rich area, and therefore you didn't have any particular problems near home. The real problem, however, was the other neighborhoods nearby, where the crimes took place almost every day as if it were part of the routine. Your mother always forbade you to visit them, even just to meet a couple of people you knew nearby, and you understood her motives, after all you just turned nineteen, and it was normal that she wanted to keep you safe, but you didn't understand how this rule also applied to your sister who was now twenty-four years old.

Taylor was currently looking for a place to live alone, but her part-time job didn't gave her enough money to get her own apartment.
Apparently she would have to put up with your mother for a long time to come.

Returning to the main topic, your village was practically that classic place where young people sell drugs behind the supermarkets present in horror films.
The plan to move had been considered several times, by both your mother and your sister, but neither of them had enough money to afford a new home, so for now you had to settle for it.
You also earned quite well with quick jobs, but let's say you had other ways to earn, unethical ones, but as long as you got paid you didn't care much.

"Don't tell me you're still using that radio" - if you had a dollar every time your sister teased you about your little radio now you could buy a modern three-story house with rooms large enough to fit a circus, for the whole family. -"It's a gift from grandpa, and it still broadcasts the waves of two radio stations. It just needs a couple of batteries" -Taylor looked at you quickly and then giggled. It was impossible for her to understand how it was possible for someone your age to still use those appliances, but she found it an interesting fact about you. - "Wouldn't it be better to get a new one? Maybe one that's not made for a two-year-old?" - you looked at her with a frown on your face, a smile appeared on hers in the meantime, while she looked at you proud of having annoyed you with her comment.

You went back to looking around, seeing the shop you were supposed to go to, and starting to make your way to it.

"It would be more practical if I built one, I mean, where do you plan to buy a radio nowadays?" - and when you said you would have time to build one, you really meant that you would have time to build one. You always had the strange ability to create anything you wanted, with the right materials. This from an early age. It was one of your satisfactions.