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.