1 original: Fragment IV
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amorphousTitle: Fragments IV
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Another "fragment". a bit more personal in theory then my other "fragments", but still not real life based really.
Looking at her sister from across the room, a chill rolled down her spine. The woman in front of her wasn't the eighteen-year-old that had vanished, leaving nothing behind but some used lipstick and discarded clothes. The look in the twenty-two-year-old's eyes was shameful. She was oblivious to what the other girl was feeling. She didn't care what her disappearing act had done. They had been close… The younger sister always idolized the girl. She had wanted to be her. Not just be like her, but be her.
But time had changed that. Looking at her older sister, the fourteen-year-old found her stomach rolling at the mere thought. She hated what she had done, but she still loved her. Something time couldn't change was the love she had for her older sister, but it didn't mean anything when that look in the older girl's eyes. How could it? She didn't understand anything!
Well meaning as the girl's presence was now, it didn't change anything. The hatred and abandonment was like a tidal wave crashing into her. She couldn't stop the emotions if she tried, yet she wasn't trying either. The fourteen-year-old let the feelings escape through anything: her eyes, her mannerisms, her cold crisp words. She wasn't hiding anything anymore. She didn't even respect the person in front of her now.
"Hi, kiddo," the older sister spoke up suddenly, meeting the grey eyes with her own blue ones. "How—"
"Fine," the girl replied coldly. "I'm fine. We're all fine." Without you, she added to herself, but from the way her sister flinched, she knew she caught the meaning. "Mom and Dad's not home."
"You're alone?" A hint of concern went across her face, like she cared at all.
"So? I stay home all the time by myself now." The clear implication that the person who used to watch her was standing in front of her and no one could watch her.
"Where's…"
"They aren't home."
The older girl shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Right. I guess…"
"You should go?" the young girl suggested when she trailed off. It's what you're good at it seems.
"Can I come in?" her older sister blurted out, nervousness and uncertainty clear in her voice.
The younger girl, barely fourteen-years-old, surveyed the twenty-two-year-old. Her heart called for her to tell her no and make her leave, but her mind battled its instincts. She wanted to let her in, to show her that she was more mature at fourteen than she was eighteen. That family – blood, love, bonds that couldn't break – were more important than her than grudges.
Glancing behind her shoulder at the messy house, she sighed. "It's a mess. No one cleaned the kitchen last night after dinner. I was about it," she added quickly, unable to give her sister even a bit of ground to start lecturing her. "But you can come in if you want."
Her older sister nodded eagerly, taking a timid step forward. The young sister pulled the door open and stepped back, almost tripping on a shoe. "Well, fine."
"How's school? I mean junior high can't be—" the older girl started as she moved into the house. She seemed to feel that she was unwelcome in the air.
"I'm in high school now," her younger sister informed her coldly. She could barely keep the pain of her older sister's all too familiar forgetfulness out of her voice.
"Oh right. Fourteen… Yeah, high school. I can't be any different than when I was there."
"Oh, but it is," the younger girl stated, her eyes cold and unbending. "It's a lot different."
"Probably just seems like it," the older sister deflected.
Frowning, the young sister made her way to the living room and dropped on the couch, grabbing the television's remote control as she did. "I'm gonna watch t.v. now," she stated in a bored voice.
"Mind if I watch?"
She shrugged. Television meant no talking, thankfully. That's all that mattered now. She did not want to talk for fear that she'd start crying like that ten-year-old that found her sister's things gone. She was stronger now; she didn't need this woman to come back and disturb things. The fact they had been in the same small town all this time and she still never showed up didn't help. No talking, she instructed her older sister without words, Just watch t.v.
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Another "fragment". a bit more personal in theory then my other "fragments", but still not real life based really.
Looking at her sister from across the room, a chill rolled down her spine. The woman in front of her wasn't the eighteen-year-old that had vanished, leaving nothing behind but some used lipstick and discarded clothes. The look in the twenty-two-year-old's eyes was shameful. She was oblivious to what the other girl was feeling. She didn't care what her disappearing act had done. They had been close… The younger sister always idolized the girl. She had wanted to be her. Not just be like her, but be her.
But time had changed that. Looking at her older sister, the fourteen-year-old found her stomach rolling at the mere thought. She hated what she had done, but she still loved her. Something time couldn't change was the love she had for her older sister, but it didn't mean anything when that look in the older girl's eyes. How could it? She didn't understand anything!
Well meaning as the girl's presence was now, it didn't change anything. The hatred and abandonment was like a tidal wave crashing into her. She couldn't stop the emotions if she tried, yet she wasn't trying either. The fourteen-year-old let the feelings escape through anything: her eyes, her mannerisms, her cold crisp words. She wasn't hiding anything anymore. She didn't even respect the person in front of her now.
"Hi, kiddo," the older sister spoke up suddenly, meeting the grey eyes with her own blue ones. "How—"
"Fine," the girl replied coldly. "I'm fine. We're all fine." Without you, she added to herself, but from the way her sister flinched, she knew she caught the meaning. "Mom and Dad's not home."
"You're alone?" A hint of concern went across her face, like she cared at all.
"So? I stay home all the time by myself now." The clear implication that the person who used to watch her was standing in front of her and no one could watch her.
"Where's…"
"They aren't home."
The older girl shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Right. I guess…"
"You should go?" the young girl suggested when she trailed off. It's what you're good at it seems.
"Can I come in?" her older sister blurted out, nervousness and uncertainty clear in her voice.
The younger girl, barely fourteen-years-old, surveyed the twenty-two-year-old. Her heart called for her to tell her no and make her leave, but her mind battled its instincts. She wanted to let her in, to show her that she was more mature at fourteen than she was eighteen. That family – blood, love, bonds that couldn't break – were more important than her than grudges.
Glancing behind her shoulder at the messy house, she sighed. "It's a mess. No one cleaned the kitchen last night after dinner. I was about it," she added quickly, unable to give her sister even a bit of ground to start lecturing her. "But you can come in if you want."
Her older sister nodded eagerly, taking a timid step forward. The young sister pulled the door open and stepped back, almost tripping on a shoe. "Well, fine."
"How's school? I mean junior high can't be—" the older girl started as she moved into the house. She seemed to feel that she was unwelcome in the air.
"I'm in high school now," her younger sister informed her coldly. She could barely keep the pain of her older sister's all too familiar forgetfulness out of her voice.
"Oh right. Fourteen… Yeah, high school. I can't be any different than when I was there."
"Oh, but it is," the younger girl stated, her eyes cold and unbending. "It's a lot different."
"Probably just seems like it," the older sister deflected.
Frowning, the young sister made her way to the living room and dropped on the couch, grabbing the television's remote control as she did. "I'm gonna watch t.v. now," she stated in a bored voice.
"Mind if I watch?"
She shrugged. Television meant no talking, thankfully. That's all that mattered now. She did not want to talk for fear that she'd start crying like that ten-year-old that found her sister's things gone. She was stronger now; she didn't need this woman to come back and disturb things. The fact they had been in the same small town all this time and she still never showed up didn't help. No talking, she instructed her older sister without words, Just watch t.v.
