When I fight with my sister, my throat clogs up and my eyes prick with tears and I want to throw up.
My stomach twists with discomfort and I want to run away.
So I spit out verbal poison and do just that.
I run away.
Because as long as I still see her, I run the risk of crying.
Because as long as I still see her, I remember how helpless I felt when she told me "it's just a phase."
Because as long as I still see her, I feel the burn of the truth in her words.
Because as long as I still see her, I still look for the girl who promised me it was us against the world.
Because as long as I still see her, I want to slap her and tell her how I really feel.
Because as long as I still see her, I hope.
I hope that my sister will be my sister again.
I hope that this time, she'll be the one to apologize.
I hope that she'll want to talk to me again.
I hope that she'll remember our promise of us against the world.
I hope that I won't hate her again.
Because as we all know,
that's impossible.
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Random Bits of My Brain
RandomI'm just writing down story ideas I got and bits of dialogue that I can't string into a book. Maybe I'll make this into a the journal of a character from a book I write but for the times being, here is some odd thoughts from my brain. Enjoy the sane...
