In the Dark

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"Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover, what an expensive fate..."

"Joy! Turn your music down."

"Oh god. You're back." 

I stood there silent,  as who I believe it was Joy, entered the room and started quarreling with Irene. 

"Joy, come say hi to Bea," Irene said through gritted teeth.

"Jesus, Irene. Why do you have to be so weird about all this? She's our sister.  Not a brand new puppy!"

"Oh my god, I thought I already told you all this-" Irene stopped. "She got a concussion and lost her memory!" Irene whispered, once again through clenched teeth. Although Irene had whispered this last part quite quietly, I didn't miss a word she said. I suppose once you lose one of your senses, the rest intensify. 

They were having a secret "argument" as I just awkwardly stood there, waiting for a further introduction. Seeing as though this wasn't going to happen anytime soon, I took matters into my own hands. 

"So, you must be Joy..."

Silence. I could almost hear Irene's glare at Joy, it was so intense. "Ugh, fiiiiiine."

"Yes, my name is Joella Cresent Kellet- Greer. Before you say anything, I know, okay? Cresent is one hella weird name, but I got stuck with it. And yeah, my name is Joella, but please just call me Joy. You happy?" Joy finished as she sarcastically glared at Irene. 

"Very. Now if you could just tell us some more about yourself and I'd be even happier."

"What the hell, Irene?! She is our sister.  I shouldn't have to tell her anything! She already knows this stuff!" Annnnnd there they go again. I pretended to look around the room to escape their silent battle, but we all know that that isn't possible. 

"Joy, listen. I know that she already knows these things. But how many times will I have to tell you that she doesn't remember any of it! The doctors said that if we tell her things from before, that it'll help her remember more." 

Joy sighed. I could only imagine that Irene was silently begging her with puppy eyes and all that jazz. "Okay, okay! Stop, you're only embarrassing yourself." Joy turned to look at me. 

"So... I'm your younger sister, who is becoming a freshman in high school! Yay...." 

"Continue," replied Irene when Joy had finished.

"Ummm, I don't know! I dance, I play the bass guitar in a band, I ice skate, I'm a makeup artist..."

"No you aren't," Irene interrupted. 

"Well not professionally!" Joy complained. 

"Then what are you?" Irene protested.

"I'm the only one in this house who can actually do makeup and is good at it! And I don't just mean for everyday wear. I mean taking a makeup palette that's filled with bizarre colors and actually making it look good," Joy explained.

"Sounds like your life is pretty busy then," I replied.

"It is. Thank you for respecting that," Joy responded with a hint of sarcasm, which I bet was meant for Irene. My older sister rolled her eyes with so much annoyance that I bet people who are both deaf and blind could've felt it. 

In the silence that was left from the conversation, we all heard a dog whimpering outside. And that's when hell broke loose.

"YOU LEFT THE DOG OUTSIDE?!" echoed the house at the same time as "SH*T. I LEFT THE DOG OUTSIDE!!!" as Joy ran to the backdoor to let the dog inside.