Post by storyteller on Oct 25, 2015 3:17:48 GMT
I love my sister. This is something I tell myself every day and I do mean it.
A while ago she and our mother were kidnapped. Mom was killed in front of her and she in turn was sold repeatedly to disgusting men that would do things to her. I'm still learning everything that happened to her because of our link. She dreams about it. Nightmares that have her crawling into my bed because I'm the one that saved her. I put my life on hold to find her and I'm not even really sure how I did it. It was a stroke of luck but I got her back.
She's broken. My baby sister is afraid of everything except me. And now there is also someone else living inside her head. Her name is Natasha. She's the one that embraced what happened to my sister's body and enjoyed it. Medication keeps her at bay but only for so long. And I am her current goal. It's exhausting trying to avoid her advances. Sometimes I think that if I just gave in she wouldn't bother me anymore. One of two things will happen if I do. Either she will claim me as hers or she will find a new target. Neither of which is acceptable. So I avoid. I wake up to her nightmares. I'm running out of steam.
And now we're trying school. Our father said that if she can't learn to function in normal society he is going to put her somewhere that he doesn't have to deal with her anymore. He's not dealing with her. I am. I take care of her. I calm her down. I make sure she takes her medication and reassure her that she's safe with me. He does shit.
At school boys are interested in her. And why wouldn't they be? She's a beautiful young woman. She's scared of them all. I don't blame her one bit. They want to try anything they'll go through me first.
I met a girl. She's a freshman but I like her. She's beautiful, funny and she's not afraid to show me she likes me back. It's probably just a passing infatuation. She sat in my lap during drama class yesterday and massaged my temples. It was the most amazing thing. It relaxed me and that's something I haven't felt in a very long time. Nothing can come of it though. I have no time for a relationship of any kind. And I know Natasha got jealous. That never bodes well. So I turned her sights elsewhere.
What I wouldn't give for Kat to be better. To feel like she could function. That's all I want. I don't care that she needs me as much as she does. I will be there for her until the end. I just wish she could take control of her life and not be so scared of everything. I don't care about me.
I love my sister. I say it every day and I mean it.
A while ago she and our mother were kidnapped. Mom was killed in front of her and she in turn was sold repeatedly to disgusting men that would do things to her. I'm still learning everything that happened to her because of our link. She dreams about it. Nightmares that have her crawling into my bed because I'm the one that saved her. I put my life on hold to find her and I'm not even really sure how I did it. It was a stroke of luck but I got her back.
She's broken. My baby sister is afraid of everything except me. And now there is also someone else living inside her head. Her name is Natasha. She's the one that embraced what happened to my sister's body and enjoyed it. Medication keeps her at bay but only for so long. And I am her current goal. It's exhausting trying to avoid her advances. Sometimes I think that if I just gave in she wouldn't bother me anymore. One of two things will happen if I do. Either she will claim me as hers or she will find a new target. Neither of which is acceptable. So I avoid. I wake up to her nightmares. I'm running out of steam.
And now we're trying school. Our father said that if she can't learn to function in normal society he is going to put her somewhere that he doesn't have to deal with her anymore. He's not dealing with her. I am. I take care of her. I calm her down. I make sure she takes her medication and reassure her that she's safe with me. He does shit.
At school boys are interested in her. And why wouldn't they be? She's a beautiful young woman. She's scared of them all. I don't blame her one bit. They want to try anything they'll go through me first.
I met a girl. She's a freshman but I like her. She's beautiful, funny and she's not afraid to show me she likes me back. It's probably just a passing infatuation. She sat in my lap during drama class yesterday and massaged my temples. It was the most amazing thing. It relaxed me and that's something I haven't felt in a very long time. Nothing can come of it though. I have no time for a relationship of any kind. And I know Natasha got jealous. That never bodes well. So I turned her sights elsewhere.
What I wouldn't give for Kat to be better. To feel like she could function. That's all I want. I don't care that she needs me as much as she does. I will be there for her until the end. I just wish she could take control of her life and not be so scared of everything. I don't care about me.
I love my sister. I say it every day and I mean it.