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{Hayley} Dec 18, 2010 22:07:38 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Dec 18, 2010 22:07:38 GMT -5

Dolly Ann Redici was crying. A weak point in her boundries, she recoiled herself into the corner, with her eyes staring at the red painted wall that she found to be so odd, so painted, so scarred. The way she could put on an act with nothing but a small flick of a wrist. Her eyes were sad with the frustration she couldn't muster.

Dolly Redici was getting weak A crumbling of her surface, she had finally broken down and just cried. No longer was she tough-girl mental and physical abuser of her brother. Brick by boring brick, she was broken down to nothing but a quivering mass of sadness and madness.

She no longer had the stable mental foundation that had supported her through the anger. Her simplistic nature she had approached her anger through was a strong foundation and thick sanity. Dolly wasn't insane.

She took ahold of what she wanted, when she wanted it, and why she wanted it. She always carried those three things in her mind. If she wanted to do something as easy as write a note to herself she would have to go through all three steps mentally, so she would be able to face the trauma that would erupt in her veins, in her soul and in her mind.

Each adrenaline pump would lay on the foundation, the concrete one that she loved so much. But now, it was tumbling. The foundation had slipped from underneath herself, slowly crumbling. She would get upset under nothing.

Dolly Redici was weak.

She hit her head against the wall, making her skull pulse with numbness. She felt oddly woozy, and the familiar smell of floral perfume filled her nose.

She smelled this everytime tears were about to flood from her eyes, the ones that she had smudged this morning with black eyeliner. And the tears fell.

Dolly just cried. Unlike the headstrong seventeen year old she knew she was. She was weak Weaker than her parents, who were unable to accept anything.

Curling in the corner, she put her head in her hand, with almost a graceful poetry that came fairly naturally. She was a tin foil person, all show? Or was she smoke and mirrors? She before had never been Smoke and Mirrors.

Now... she was an uncurable smoke and an uncurable mirror. Or, at least in the viewpoint of her fractured mind.

Dolly Redici was weak.

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

{Hayley} Dec 18, 2010 23:42:34 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 18, 2010 23:42:34 GMT -5

Hilarious. This is hilarious. People think they're just so funny. Life is a bitch. A real bitch.

What the hell did I do to deserve this? Seriously, I'm a good person. I don't steal ~~usually.~~ I don't hurt or seriously injure people like my sister. I don't manipulate people's minds. Well, wait, there was that time I sort of kidnapped a girl, but that's besides the point. I just wanted somebody to talk to.

The doctors here are absolutely crazy. They charge ludicrous amounts of money just to tell you the wrong information. That's why we go to apothecaries. The apothecaries don't know shit, though. They think they know everything, but they don't. They really don't.

So when Dolly, my maniacal sister, comes home, she blankly stares at me. My first thought is, of course, "Holy shit, she's gonna kill me. She has some sort of devious plot to kill me in my sleep." But then I looked in her eyes. They were seriously empty. No thoughts whatsoever. That scared me even more than the thought that she was going to kill me.

It took me a while to realize. I was having too much fun watching her meltdown. It was quite funny, really. She slumped sown on the wall, eyes still blank. Then the tears came. When I say the freaking tears came, they came. She was bawling, really. Then came the banging. BangBangBangBANGBANGBANG. Dolly just kept banging her head against the wall. I had to sit down in a chair. I was convulsing with laughter too badly with laughter.

As I lift my head up and wipe the tears from my eyes, I see her curled up in the corner. This is as good as any time to check out what freaked out my unbreakable twin. I push myself out of the chair and pad over to her gigantic purse. Only my sister would have a purse that was large enough to literally hold the kitchen sink. My hand reaches in and lands on a sickeningly yellow piece of paper. I really regret unfolding it. I really do. It was a mistake. A big one.

She's gonna kill me. When she wakes up out of this coma, she will definitely murder me. Forget whatever she was thinking about before. This will change the course of the earth.

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{Hayley} Dec 19, 2010 11:39:28 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Dec 19, 2010 11:39:28 GMT -5

I stared at the sheet of paper that my brother held in his hand. Great, Declain was going to freaking find the secret that I had been holding for the last... month or so? It was somewhere around that. Really, when I finished this feel-sorry-for-me whimpering, I was going to open a can of "Murder my brother" and get all angry and sour and all that fun stuff.

Oh, but no. Of course not. Dolly Redici's moods stick to one and one only. Sure, my friends. Sure.

She sighed and crossed her legs, and closing her eyes. "Give me the paper, Declain." She said authoritativley. With a sigh, she grabbed the paper and read in her thick laid words.

"Dolly Ann Redici.
Doctor: Miue Pholphin

Tests show: postitive for pregnancy."

She shuffled the paper onto the ground, making her hands lay on the tile. "Now, before I attempt to kill you with my bare hands, will you please guess one thing?" A deep breath exited her mouth as Dolly recalled the fateful thing she had remembered.

Stupid apothecary. I had gotten a minor illness, and the apothecary's daughter apparently had "psychic" powers. I think she was just plain nosy, but the apothecary insisted that I were to go to a doctor for a pregnancy test.

So, I did.

And I got that piece of yellow paper, with the black typset font that I found to be a repulsive piece of paper.

I shuddered at the thought. "Who is the Father?"

I knew, of course.

But, did he?

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

{Hayley} Dec 20, 2010 11:26:38 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 20, 2010 11:26:38 GMT -5

She leans off the floor and snatches the paper from my hand. God 'ole Dolly. She always wants what she can't have. If my suspicions are correct, she doesn't what what's coming. She sits and reads for a moment. There really isn't that much to read on that little half sheet. Her name, like I don't already know it; the apothecary's name, who I've never heard of; and the...test results. I didn't see much of that part. She snatched it out of my hand too quickly.

"Now, before I attempt to kill you with my bare hands, will you please guess one thing?" Dolly says. She exhales deeply. Oh, I can guess, alright. From what she's already said and done, my guess is going to get me killed. I'm starting to care less and less at this point.

"Yeah, Dolly. I have a guess. A guess, a guess, a guess..." I'm pretty sure that I'm egging her on. Oh well. "Well, my sister, my guess is that you already know what I'm going to say. But the only reason you would ask me is if you really want to hear it from my mouth. So here we go. You're pregnant." Nothing. Nothing? Nothing! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! She won't respond! Gahh this is ridiculous. It's like she's off in Mamby Pamby Land or something! After stewing over this for a while she finally responds.

"Who is the Father?" ...Well why the hell is she asking me? Unless she's talking to herself which I highly doubt. Of course, she knows. But still, why the hell would she be aski-- oh shit. That means...and I'm...and she's...and it...and we...and...and...and...shit. I think...I think...that...it's me.

It makes too much sense. She hadn't been out with any guys for a while, which is really unusual. I'd been home every night since I'd lost my job. She'd been home every day because she's a bitch and never does anything. But...oh my god. I-I it can't be. Oh god.

I loudly groan and lean back in my chair.

"It can't be! It just...it just can't be."

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{Hayley} Dec 29, 2010 16:17:02 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Dec 29, 2010 16:17:02 GMT -5

She smiled smugly at Declain. "Took a while for you to figure that out, didn't it Declain?" With a flick of the wrist, Dolly was back to her diabolical, evil and slightly demented self.

Dolly didn't quite see the devestation enough in Declains eyes. Devestation would be crying. It would be screaming, and throwing vases across the room.

She decided that it could never quite be enough. Unless the previously listed things did happen. You know, the crying, the screaming and the slight "Vunderful" smile that would come onto her face when she finally finished with the pure, inflicted torture.

But, how, to make the mean things happen was quite hard. She could muster something in her mind. "Well, I guess we can explain it to Mother and Father." She sighed. "By saying you raped me."

Yes, that was the ticket, Dolly. Straight to the meanness, the venom that could escape from her mouth. It was quite entertaining, and she was sure a few more psych out factors could throw him for a loop.

"And your money would be cut off. And you'd be sent to jail. Aaaaaannnddd...." Dolly smiled, with a swish of her hand, picked up the paper and stuffed it into her purse. "You'll end up being a lonely hermit in the woods with nothing but a knife and a skin of a rabbit to you're name! How lovely that will be."

Dolly Ann Redici was good at making people squirm.

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"One time I drank two liters of chocolate milk and almost died."

{Hayley} Dec 31, 2010 2:15:17 GMT -5

Post by Hayley on Dec 31, 2010 2:15:17 GMT -5

Hell to the no. She did not just pull that cars. She thinks that she can just go up to mom and dad and say that I raped her. She's crazy. They may like her more, but they know me. They know I'd never do anything that crazy. They know I'm not crazy, unlike my twin. Well, they still don't know that she's crazy but that's besides the point. The point is that they know I'd never rape my own sister. I hope.

Would they really?

I mean, sure, the rarely believe me as it is. But there's never been something this serious. No matter what Dolly says, they always have trusted me. But, when my word goes against Dolly's....things get ugly. There's yelling, screaming, pushing, throwing. Those are actually the only times Mom and Dad see how she really is. She pushes me, I'll push her back. And you should hear her scream. It sounds more like screeching than screaming. They'll believe me. They just have to. I just need a plausible reason. Hey, Im still betting thatshe'll kill herself before she has the kid.

"Yes, sister, dear, that would be lovely. But what would be more lovely would be if you just told Mother and Father that you were being your little whpre self and got yourself knocked up some crazy one-night stand. We can even make up that he's rich. Oh, a rich baby daddy. Sounds ideal, no?"

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