The Bond That We Had

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I dreaded this day since she left, close to six months ago. I knew she would return but I wish she hadn't came.

She hadn't been a sister, only a monster, her eyes blazing with flames, and horns emerging from her skull , and her mystical weapon of vodka. It hadn't always been like that but she's only been the monster, she started changing, she started transforming slowly, each feature after another changed completely until she was the monster I didn't know.

She was the monster who haunted me day and night, she was under my bed or in my closet, waiting for the best time to rise from her hiding spot and kill me.

I was unnerved, by this monster, I was paranoid that she would destroy the bond that we worked so hard to assemble and piece together and what we had, for a moment it came tumbling down. Even though I have told myself so many times, I hate her, she is still my sister and a fragment of that old bond remains, still.

I just don't know if that same bond can be rekindled into the same connection we had years ago, the time everything was different.