*Age: 4*
It was a normal hot Summer evening. Well, normal for me anyways. Mama's out partying and drinking while Elida and I are staying at our Grandmama's and Grandpapa's house. Never really did like it here, and neither of them really did like me. They just took care of us because our Mama's out and Papa works all day. Which is really unfair, considering my Mama's abusive when she has a hangover from the night before, and they won't take us! Well, they'll take Elida, but not me. They say I'm a demon of some sort. I don't see it though, I'm a perfectly normal four year old boy that's misunderstood. Besides, they're crazy religious people that I don't trust. I'm afraid that they're gonna take me to their church and try to have an exorcism done on me. Crazy people.
"Sky!" Grandmama yelled, sounding a bit angry. I got up from my Hot Wheels and started heading downstairs, wondering what her deal was and I what I did. I've been upstairs all day, there's nothing I could've done.
She stood in the kitchen doorway with crossed arms, tapping her foot. "What?" I asked, looking at her through my long dark brown hair. (Which covered my eyes.) "Where's the kitchen knife?" She asked. I shrugged. "Like I know."
"Skylar Antonio Auditore de Milan, I know you took it."
"Why would I take it? And how? I've been upstairs all day!"
"Doing what?"
"Playing with the cars and trucks. Making them crash and cause big explosions! Like the ones from the shows and movies Grandpapa watches! Those super cool ones!"
"So, you're causing people to die?"
"..I am? How? There's no one in the cars I have!"
"Do you pretend that there are people in the cars?"
"Si, but...they jump out before it happens."
She just nodded and went back into the kitchen, mumbling something in the language we usually speak. Italiano. Couldn't make out what she said though. Like I said, she's crazy.
I went over to the couch, and looked at Grandpapa. He's watching his favorite movie, 'Good Fellas'. He's into those mafia movies I can't watch. He lets me though, and I love them. Especially this one. He picked me and sat me on his lap. Grandpapa was so nice to me, yet he still thought I was a demon of some sort. Which I'm not.
I laid on his big belly, sucking my thumb. I loved watching Frankie getting beat up by Paulie, it was so funny!
"Where's Elida?" I asked, looking around. "In her room." He answered, with his deep Italiano accent. I nodded and got up, running upstairs to see my baby sister. She's only one, but she'll be two in the three weeks, which is September 23rd. I'll be five on Halloween!
I opened the door quietly, peering in. Little Elida was sleeping in her crib peacefully, the usual. Grandpapa says I'm a wild child when I sleep, probably because of all the cool dreams I have about aliens!
I tip-toed to the crib, looking through the bars. There was little Elida sleeping. I watched her move around, toss and turn. She had bright red hair, like Mama. I wish she doesn't end up acting like Mama though. That'd be very bad. Because she's like the white Snookie.
"Skylar!" I heard Grandmama yell. I looked back and saw her in the doorway. "What?" I asked.
"What're you doing with Elida?"
"Watching her sleep."
"Why?"
"Bored, and I wanted to see my baby sister."
"Stay away from her, little demon."
"Demon?! What's with you?! There's no such thing! There's no demons or angels!"
"There has to be. God sends angels and the Devil sends demons."
"And there's no such thing as God or Satan!"
She gasped and smacked my face hard. I sniffled, touching my cheek. "You need God." she growled. "I don't need something that isn't real." I mumbled, looking down at my pumpkin socks. "Why don't you believe? We prayed for you to get better when you had a cold."
"Last time I checked, your God is supposed to show you how to live your life peacefully. He isn't a miracle worker."
"But why don't you believe?"
"Because I have two Daddies."
"What?"
"One Mama, two Papas."
"Who's your other Daddy then?"
"Hades, Greek God of the Underworld."
She laughed. "Who told you that?!" "Papa did." She stopped and raised a brow. "F-Federico told you?"
I nodded and she stepped back, having a frightful look on her face. "I knew something was wong with you when I watched you having a converstaion with yourself, thinking you were talking to someone else."
I looked down. That was two years ago. Two! Besides, I was talking to someone else. His name's Chris, my imaginary friend that I seem to see. "But I saw him!"
"You're schizophrenic, you see things all the time."
I stomped my foot, having this weird feeling in my stomach. "He's real!" She rolled her eyes, "Sky, you think everything you think you see is real ever since you watched that clown movie. You've changed since that damn clown movie."
Tears fell from my eyes. "I want Papa." "Your Papa's at work." She grumbled. I shook my head, wanting to scream. The feeling in my stomach grew more and more. I just wanted to...hurt her.
That's what she deserved. The little...
"Bubbeeee!" Elida squealed. I turned and saw her. "Hi sis." I mumbled. Grandmama picked her up, and took her downstairs. I followed since she said it was dinner time anyways.
