My parents constantly explain to me how corrupted my sister is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like rivers without damns. When I complain about how bored I am without a little sister to play with, they try to make me realize that her boredom and pain far surpasses mine, considering she's confined to a dark room in an institution nearly every day, or sitting behind an X-Ray having her brain studied.
I hate it when my sister Kc has to leave. She's hardly ever around anymore.
I always beg for my parents to give her another chance. Of course, they did at first. Kc has been back home several times, but every return she makes is shorter than the last. Every time. without any failure, it always starts again. Neighborhood dogs with gouged out eyes, decapitated heads, amputated limps all show up in her toy chest. My dad's sharp construction tools found carefully placed on the baby slide in the park across the street. My mom's medicinal pills replaced by scopolamine pills. My parents are now extremely hesitant to use chances. They say her disorder makes her convincing, charming, even innocent. This makes it easy for her to fake normality, and easy to fool the doctors and lawyers that care for her, and believe that she can live a normal life. My parents say they'll do anything to make sure she doesn't harm me, even if it means keeping her separated from me for 99 percent of my life. That she's so impulsively evil, doing all these bad things doesn't faze her, and sending her away is the only option.
Every time I hear that, a huge smile always cracks over my face.
I hate it when Kc has to go away. It forces me to act good until she returns.
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Breed Of Emotions
Short StoryI wrote each of these short stories between the ages of eleven and seventeen. Each and every story was written at a different point in my life, with a different state of mind, and a completely unique breed of emotions flowing through my veins. Keep...
