(I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU, READER, THAT THIS IS A HORROR STORY WHICH MEANS THAT IT SURELY CONTAINS: GORE(blood, guts, this kind of thing, you know), STRONG LANGUAGE(mostly ‘fuck’s), STRONG IMAGERY(blood, death, murders, etc) AND OVERALL LOTS OF BAD THINGS THAT CAN BE DISTURBING, TRIGGERING, ETC, SO BE VERY AWARE OF THIS BEFORE YOU READ please)
“Are sure you can cope with this on your own? We can still call a babysitter, there’s nothing wrong with that!” A growl of despair escaped her teenage mouth. “Mom, it’s okay. I’m turning seventeen this year; almost an adult, right?!”
“My baby girl doesn’t want to be my baby girl anymore?” She giggled.
“Hurry up Sophie or we’re gonna have to forget about that restaurant!” Her father yelled from the car.
“Oh, Nicolas! Give us a break, would you?!”
“Just go already mom! The poor man’s stomach is taking over his brain.” She said with a more neutral tone than she expected. Her forced smile faded.
Two months ago, Leslie was finally stepping out of her depression shell. Her parents were so proud that she had eventually won her battle. Of course, it was only a matter of days before she started to show weaknesses again. But she was doing fine for the most part and they tried their best to help keep her on the right track, never pushing too hard. She felt blessed; she knew not every parent would react like that to their child dealing with mental issues.
But over the days, it felt less and less like they genuinely cared and more like they felt sorry for her. She felt as if she had lost her humanity to their eyes. It seemed to her she was being treated like a sick dog that her parents couldn’t let go of because they still loved it so much but that they knew would have to be put down soon. Pixie. Pixie was the name of the dog; she felt like Pixie. Except Pixie was actually a male (her father would have sworn it wasn’t!). She missed that dog.
Leslie could sense the pity in her mother’s eyes and she didn’t like that. She did not like being treated like some disabled person. Sure, they had witnessed the crumbling of her mind and it was still a slippery slope, but treating her like this wouldn’t make it any less worse…
“Honey… Are you sure?”
Shit! She had spaced out and now her mother sounded even more worried. They had been trying so hard to be the best version of themselves for her, she too had to make efforts. However fucked up her brain was, she was still their daughter! She still had to care for them ― regardless of her own well-being.
“I can handle it! Everything will be fine, don’t worry. Just make sure daddy and you have the time of your lives, okay?” Where did that confidence come from?
“Hmm…” Her mother was wavering. She really wanted to go. The house had been full of effervescence this past week. Her parents were both so excited to finally be able to have some adventure on their own. Her dad began to honk; he was really hungry. She took her mom’s hands in hers.
“Go mom. And have fun! Have fun for me, okay?” The sudden warmth she felt from her mothers’ hands was the tick she had been looking for. She had found the right words. “Go!”, she whispered.
The mother couldn’t wait any longer to leave and kissed her daughter goodbye, convinced that she was responsible enough to take care of her brother for a weekend.
“Mom, wait! Simple request! Can I take your room, please?” she asked with the largest smile she could afford. Before her mother’s features started to shift to react, she added: “So I can be close to the baby, of course! And… be more efficient as a guardian, of course!” Her mother nodded with agreement and joy burst in the teenager’s heart who was proud of finally be trusted.
“I love you!” her mom yelled over her shoulder as she ran like an awkward teenager to the car. Leslie’s heart sank in her chest as she waved goodbye. She guessed that after having spent all these months so close to her parents, it was hard for her to let them go. She felt terribly bad though; like a first day of school. She still had her hypersensitivity too, so her heart was probably exaggerating.
It was just a weekend without them, it was no big deal; and she wouldn’t be on her own either. She knew her little brother would help that heavy heart lose weight. She laughed; the silence gave her chills.
“I guess it’s you and me now, baby.” she told her brother as she closed the door. He giggled. She was amazed by the beauty of his sweet face when he smiled; it was just like an angel’s, full of kindness and love – pure.
She bathed him and put him in his crib. While brushing her teeth she scanned her features in the mirror. This war had changed her face so much, but still, tonight, at this precise time, she felt really pretty even with the toothpaste running down her chin.
“Oh my…” She couldn’t believe it. “This bed is so comfy!” She rolled from one end to the other. “And so big!” She felt so happy doing that; it felt so weird. “What the fuck!” She was facing her reflection on the ceiling mirror. Why would her parents have a mirror right above their king-sized bed – “Nevermind. I don’t want to know!” She covered her eyes with a pillow. “Oh my gosh!” She was trying so hard not to wake her brother up but dammit that was so awkward. “Goodnight, Mitch!”
She turned off the lights.
This is a slow start but it gets better in the next chapters, I promise! Better as in “more intersting”, of course; this is a horror story, don’t expect rainbows and butterflies! 😛
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