My brother, My Lover, My Best Friend till the end:
You taste like wine as you tell me to kiss your face. You start going lower and my cry grows deaf to your ears. "You’re 17, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine." I’m only 9 and after that great night we had our first fight. You thought it was all a scheme…a dream set up by 9 year old me. I begged then I trembled you just leave be. YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE! You avoided your younger sis…me…your "bestest buddy." The one that made your world sunny when others made it muggy. I sighed and you sighed when we couldn’t avoid each other anymore…nevermore. "I wish mommy was here. Daddy too. They would know what to do. At least that’s what parents’ do right?" "How would I know? I’m only 17 and here I am daddying you." "Daddy wouldn’t do such things… - …and how would you know prattle box? – Oh so you do remember! – I’m walking away now."
I grasped your wrist and you struck me down. You shalt deny it much longer. I felt so sick after a couple weeks. I was ill everyday and my friends pushed me away. I looked at you and you avoided my gaze. It was like you knew. I felt like grownups feel towards their spouse. At least I think. I’m only 9 going on 10. How would I know? I’m only 9 and you’re 17. We are siblings not lovers. You have neglected me for so long and loathed dragging me to your parties. There I met so many new friends…ones that didn’t mind me as long as I kept quiet about the sites of "XXX –Rated Luxury". I think that’s what your best guy friend told me. He thought it was pathetic that I came, but after knowing me he introduced me to your world. I admired you and sisterly love and all that s**t.
I gasped at all the thoughts in my head spinning around and around like a tornado or hurricane. I couldn’t take it anymore! I needed answers. I asked my best friend, your current steady gal, to take me to the doctor. She thinks of me as a daughter, and so she didn’t say no. I will learn of what these ailments are. All my current friends are 17-19 and I’m only 9. Your engaged came with me and I was given the pink test. The verdict was double equal pink. The doctor felt faint. "Now they’re f*****g each other at 9." He shook his head, upside down smiled and said, "Darling your youth is now dead." They both consoled me while I guess you went to party again. Not yet knowing of the miraculous sin. Soon after I was "normal" again, I stood in front of the executioner…destroying a life that’s now lifeless. I cried for days and you looked away. Why must we hide the truth of what we both did? You were drunk and I was trusting. We lost our lives that night. You struck me down…pounded my face into the ground. I got violent and we both bled bright crimson.
I packed up and I’m saying goodbye. I made you bleed crimson and you made me die. I’ll soar out of the window with my package grasped in hands...my last present to only you. The once pure sheet of paper now with ensanguined (Crimson) words dried and sticky. I’ll soar out of the window with my package grasped in hands and your pretty long chain at my world’s end.
Your Sister and Partner until the end