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dear sister // arctic [blitz] Jul 2, 2017 0:38:50 GMT -5

Post by Gryphon on Jul 2, 2017 0:38:50 GMT -5

.♕ dahlia ito ♕.

Fucking bitches.

The sun is going down and literally Heathen is still the only one home besides me.

It's always fucking like this--Mom and Dad leave in the morning for "work" and Dakota immediately follows with silent footsteps and tumbles out of our bedroom window. Shore leaves too at some point after she does and then it's just us two for the rest of seeing daylight.

Him wasting away in his room and then me, cooking. Cleaning. Actually doing something in this goddamn pathetic excuse of a household--

BANG!

I knock a fucking pot down to the ground as I take pieces of roasted chicken out of one and slices of potatoes after another and I don't even give a shit--they treat me like I'm some fucking Capitolite maid but here's the kicker: I'm not.

I'm their daughter. Their sister, their blood and yet they act like I'm not supposed to be here at all.

Mom and Dad I'll be a little more lenient to since they do God-knows-what at least to keep this house over our heads, but if Shore and Dakota don't fucking get here by the time the sky goes black I'm dumping their plates in the fucking garbage I'm so sick of it--

I hear something in my room, noisy. Clumsy. An oof, all opposite to how she operates when everything becomes bright outside.

Yep. That's her.

I wipe my hands on a rag, take a plate of food in my hands and smile wide as I step in the doorway.

"Hello, dear sister," a greet with subtle disgust. "You hungry? You wanna tell me how your day went today, how everybody's been doing lately?"

We might as well not even be twins if she can't fucking trust me with information as harmless as that.

Last Edit: Jul 2, 2017 0:39:15 GMT -5 by Gryphon

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dear sister // arctic [blitz] Jul 3, 2017 9:40:56 GMT -5

Post by marcellus rhodes 11b arc on Jul 3, 2017 9:40:56 GMT -5

{ dakota ito }

Dahlia was a bitch. Know THAT. She always pointed at me as if I was the center of all of her problems. It's not my fault that I actually make an attempt to do something with my life. Every day when I leave the house, Dahlia sits around inside of it with some whine upon her face. Doing the dishes, cooking our dinner, washing our clothes. She does all of this shit like she's a slave of sorts, and really, she didn't have to. Dahlia placed all of those chores upon herself; hell, she didn't even make an attempt to blame me for not doing them any day. Then again, it was Dahlia. She wasn't someone you trust to keep her mouth shut with the truth; so she'd tell the truth once she's heard it.

That's why I hated her. Every time I'd return home from my daily activities she would give me her eyes of disgust and question me of my day. Because she knew I had shit to tell her. But, the problem was, I wouldn't trust her. Who would? She's a fucking snake. When I got home, today was no different from that.

I fell onto the floor of our room with a thud and a few grumbles to follow. Not the most smoothest of entries I've made in all my days of coming back but that wasn't the main concern. My main concern was getting home before Mom and Dad did. If I wasn't, they'd have my ass crucified. Soon after I slammed my body onto the ground, I could feel Dahlia watching me with that disgusted look in her eyes.

"Hello, dear sister," God, she was so fucking annoying when she was trying to be intimidating. It was like she wanted me to knock her teeth out. "You hungry? You wanna tell me how your day went today, how everybody's been doing lately? I couldn't help but nod. I was hungry, but I doubt she really wanted to feed me.

"I am hungry, yes." I looked at the plate hungrily, but then looked back up at Dahlia with a squint. "Sadly, I cannot tell you how everyone's been. Not much of an 'everybody' besides me that I've seen so far. How's the cave dweller?" I was being honest; I haven't seen anyone today. Maybe that was her point. I was referring to our brother who never leaves the room, because lets be real. If she's home with just him I doubt that she would've seen anyone today. All I really know is that f we weren't sisters, we'd be clawing each others' eyes out right now.

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dear sister // arctic [blitz] Jul 3, 2017 11:57:27 GMT -5

Post by Gryphon on Jul 3, 2017 11:57:27 GMT -5

.♕ dahlia ito ♕.

"I am hungry, yes."

Of course you are.

"Sadly, I cannot tell you how everyone's been. Not much of an 'everybody' besides me that I've seen so far."

Of course you can't.

"How's the cave dweller?"

Same shit--same fucking shit every fucking day. I ask, I don't get the answer that I'm looking for, I tell her how Heathen's been doing--

"How do you think?" I scoff, looking back down the hall. "The usual. He doesn't do squat except his own thing in his room, see if he'll give me the answer to the question I've been asking you and he doesn't. You don't. Nothing new here. Nothing ever fucking new to see here."

--all with Shore never coming home until after we all turn the lights out; us having to cover his ass and somehow managing to succeed every single time Mom and Dad get home since awhile ago. I'm gonna eat his fucking serving, I don't fucking care. He wants to go hungry? Fine, I'll fulfill his wish.

I set the plate of chicken and potatoes down on Dakota's bed before turning around to face her again with crossed arms. "What the fuck is it that you and Heathen can't tell me? I've asked you, I've asked him, I've asked Mom and Dad and it's always the same fucking answer--you don't know where everyone else is. You don't know why everyone else won't say anything. You don't know SHIT." My arms fall back to my sides, fists clenched, gritted teeth, I've had enough of this and the temper I've been controlling for days now is finally thrown in her face for her alone to take in--

"SHORE AND I OUT OF THE LOOP AND WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHERE HE'S BEEN GOING OFF TO FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY LATELY. WHAT IS THIS 'BIG SECRET' THAT YOU GUYS CAN'T BOTHER TO TELL US? WE'RE FUCKING FAMILY TOO, RIGHT? WE DESERVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW TOO, RIGHT?"

But if we're not, if we don't, feel free to kick us out.

I don't even know if I belong here anymore.