The Devil in Beautiful People

4). Don't look

I was going to turn 6 that year, or maybe 7 depending, I would witness something so shocking, It would have me frozen. I just stood there still as I watched my sister run after our new mom with a butcher knife. While she was screaming It kinda made me feel like I was watching the cartoon Tom and Jerry. Then I heard our younger sister crying, screaming fearful, as she would say

“No, Please Stop it. Please STOP! Please.”

As tears rolled down her face. I looked at her as if it would be okay, placing her under the stairs in what we called a chubby. She went inside crying as she waited inside for me, scared of what would happen. reassuring her that it would be okay. I even promised her, while I slightly smiled. Deep down I was scared to pieces.

When our mom and sis would come back around I did something impulsively. I may add although I didn’t quite think it through then, my actions spoke for me. Before I knew it, I kicked and slid this white clothes basket with my foot in front of my sis tripping her. She fell flying into the air. It looked almost like she did a cartwheel in mid air, as the knife flew forward out of her hand.

The thing was, I watched it all happen in slow motion. I didn’t know what else to do then. When I got our sister out of the cubby, reaching out my hand, a jester I assumed would let her know it’s okay to come out. Shortly after that the people in the ambulance came, and took our sister away.

I was heartbroken. Not quite understanding whether she would be coming back. Now the only question I had was

“Would we ever see her again?”

I felt It made my sisters hate me, so I thought. The best times I had with them was when my sister’s would want to as they called it “hang out” with me, it would be fun, I loved it. The laughing and the dancing. It truly made me happy. And soon we became a Trio. That’s how the world would now and forever know us as. All would be great until one started taunting the other. Then I was forced to pick a side as one of them would call my name. As one would yell:-

“Monkey in the middle”

Snatching the other’s favorite stuffed toy. I always thought it was a cruel thing to do. Sometimes, It was like they would always keep their friends away. I Never knew why either, I took it like they’re embarrassed or probably they were afraid of their friends liking me. I know now, saying it out loud, sounds petty