Making Up New Numbers... (Open)
Mar 19, 2013 15:34:31 GMT -5
Post by Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort on Mar 19, 2013 15:34:31 GMT -5
"What do you mean... 'I have a sister?'" I asked slowly, trying to keep my normally shy voice even.
Mom and dad never asked to see me, almost never anyways, so when they did, I would always assume it was very important. Like half the district has burned down or something.
But this was not at all what I expected.
Sister, sister, sister... the word kept swirling through my mind, making me dizzy. My head felt like it was throbbing.
"Her name's Madeline." My mother answered softly.
"She's two years older than you."
"We kept it a secret because it was safer that way." My father answered in some sage monotone.
"Safer?" My voice was struggling to stay low.
Safer? What kind of an answer was 'safer?'
The realization seemed to hit me a second time. I had a sister.
"Why are you telling me this now?" My voice had finally become level.
"Because we supposed now was as good a time as any." My father replied. The off handedness of his comment brought the rage swelling back, but I kept it coolly in check.
"What..." I stopped, trying to think of something to question them about. Really, where do you go from there?
"She lives in the more common part of the district." He told me. Mother was silent.
"What does she look like?" I completed my prior thought.
"Not like you." He answered cryptically. It made me even madder.
"Black hair, ashen skin..." he stopped.
"You have the same eyes though." He said, placing his hand under his chin thoughtfully, as if just noticing this fact for the first time.
I just stood there, gawking at them. They didn't seem to have anything more to say. My gaze fell to the floor.
"Can I go now?" I said with my fists clenched, in a voice edged with slight bitterness, but they seemed to uncharacteristically let that slide.
"Yes." My father answered before I quickly left the room.
I stood pacing in the gardens.
Sister, sister... the word seemed to ricochet off the walls of my mind.
"Where." I asked myself finally and with frustration.
Well, I guessed I would have to do it the hard way.
I snuck out of the estate not long after that.
"'The more common part of the district.'" My father had condescendingly put it. Knowing him, that could mean anywhere but here!
I let out a low, frustrated growl as I made my way through the fence and down the hill towards the main district.
But, where would I go from there?
Mom and dad never asked to see me, almost never anyways, so when they did, I would always assume it was very important. Like half the district has burned down or something.
But this was not at all what I expected.
Sister, sister, sister... the word kept swirling through my mind, making me dizzy. My head felt like it was throbbing.
"Her name's Madeline." My mother answered softly.
"She's two years older than you."
"We kept it a secret because it was safer that way." My father answered in some sage monotone.
"Safer?" My voice was struggling to stay low.
Safer? What kind of an answer was 'safer?'
The realization seemed to hit me a second time. I had a sister.
"Why are you telling me this now?" My voice had finally become level.
"Because we supposed now was as good a time as any." My father replied. The off handedness of his comment brought the rage swelling back, but I kept it coolly in check.
"What..." I stopped, trying to think of something to question them about. Really, where do you go from there?
"She lives in the more common part of the district." He told me. Mother was silent.
"What does she look like?" I completed my prior thought.
"Not like you." He answered cryptically. It made me even madder.
"Black hair, ashen skin..." he stopped.
"You have the same eyes though." He said, placing his hand under his chin thoughtfully, as if just noticing this fact for the first time.
I just stood there, gawking at them. They didn't seem to have anything more to say. My gaze fell to the floor.
"Can I go now?" I said with my fists clenched, in a voice edged with slight bitterness, but they seemed to uncharacteristically let that slide.
"Yes." My father answered before I quickly left the room.
I stood pacing in the gardens.
Sister, sister... the word seemed to ricochet off the walls of my mind.
"Where." I asked myself finally and with frustration.
Well, I guessed I would have to do it the hard way.
I snuck out of the estate not long after that.
"'The more common part of the district.'" My father had condescendingly put it. Knowing him, that could mean anywhere but here!
I let out a low, frustrated growl as I made my way through the fence and down the hill towards the main district.
But, where would I go from there?