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My Little Sister

Discussion in 'Creative Archive' started by Shiny Lyni, Jul 28, 2010.

  1. Shiny Lyni

    Shiny Lyni 2016 Singles Football

    A one-shot that I've been conceiving for a little while... not editted, will be soon ^^; All of this is based off a true story.

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    It had started out as any other day. I had woken up thanks to some bright light shining on my face from outside, and walked out of my room to the table everyone always ate at. I ate something gooey and starchy but otherwise tasteless before I was led out of the hut to walk on the streets with these two girls about the same height as I was. They walked up to a stand, pointed at a squishy white hunk (which I knew would taste starchy and feel very fluffy in my mouth) before giving the wrinkly guy behind the stand a piece of paper. We would then walk to another stand, and the girls would point at a small red box that, from my experience, contained little things that went "krrch" when you bit on it and tasted salty, only to give the person a few circular metal objects. After this, we walked back home, the girls talking quickly, each holding onto one of my hands. Sometimes I would see a furry creature which would make a sharp noise when it saw us, and I would try to run away, only for the girls to pull me back.

    By the time we got home, everyone else was seated around the table again. I sat down, and someone, holding two wooden sticks in his fingers, would put food into my mouth. Salty things, sweet things, oily things, slimy things, soft things... whatever he put in my mouth, I would swallow and wait for him to bring more food. Once, he tried to feed me something that felt like it was burning my tounge, and I spat it onto his face. But he didn't seem to care, and just continued to feed me until my bowl was empty.
    After we ate, I would walk around the hut a bit as the old guy slept on his bed and everyone else went outside to work in the fields. They seemed to talk more than usual, though I couldn't understand why. One of the girls came back into the hut once just to look for me before going back outside. She and a few others did this a few times before everything became too dark to see. Once that happened, everyone came in, lit a few lamps, and, instead of going back to the table like what we did on normal days, they stood by the largest opening in the hut.

    A very long time later, one of the taller guys came back, accompanied by another tall guy and a girl who couldn't have been taller than my legs, both of them wearing clothes I've never seen before. Everyone then yelled before running forward, embracing the strangers tightly. A boy then went up to the short girl and spoke to her, and the next thing I knew she was running toward me, her mouth curving upwards into a smile. She then started talking to me, but, not being able to understand anything when anyone spoke, just stared at her blankly. Who was this shorty? Why was she here, along with that tall guy over there? I had questions teeming in my head, but when I tried to speak, everyone just looked at me and laughed before patting me on the back. Frustrated and tired, I decided to go back to my room to sleep, thinking that these strangers might leave the next time it got bright outside. Little did I know that they had decided to stay longer than that.

    When I woke up, the first thing I heard was laughing in the direction the table was in. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the table, and there they were: tall stranger and short girl. When the girl saw me, she smiled like she did yesterday, then ran over and hugged me before talking again. I just grunted before I sat down in my seat, waiting for someone to lift some food up to my mouth. The tall new guy came over and sat next to the girl, holding two sticks in his hand, before he began feeding me my food, as if he had done this before. He then spoke to me, and something about his voice triggered a faint memory in my head: a warm day outside, surrounded by grass, flowers, and bright light. I shook the memory out of my head, not knowing where it came from, and kept eating until the bowl was empty. The girl, whose own bowl was also clean of food, then jumped out of her seat, took a hold of the guy's hand, and, after a quick exchange of words, skipped out of the hut rather happily.

    I continued with my daily routine, going outside with the same two girls as the day before and bought some food. By the time we got back, the little girl and the tall guy were already at the table, both of them apparently rather tired and not hungry for some reason. I didn’t care, though, since I was hungry and I wasn’t tired. After the two girls and I sat down with the others, we started eating, with the tall stranger feeding me again.

    After our bowls were empty again, everyone except for the strangers and the wrinkly old guy went outside and worked. I wandered through the hut, as usual, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I saw movement from the corner of my eye, and instinctively turned around to see what it was. And there she was, smiling up at me. The short girl took my hand, and tried to say something to me. I only grunted, not knowing what she was saying like usual, but I soon found myself being led out of the hut. Maybe we were going out to buy something again? That had to be the only answer, as we wandered through the streets. The girl kept talking, her words coming out more quickly than anyone else I knew, smiling the whole time.

    A long while later, I heard yelling from far behind, but she ignored it, so I supposed it wasn’t important. The yelling continued, though, and soon the girl responded, turning around. I looked back, and saw the tall guy, waving at us frantically while he shouted something at us. The girl looked at me and smiled again before leading me back the way we came from. I was utterly confused by then, but what did it matter? I wasn’t supposed to know anything that went on around here, anyways.

    Once we got back to the hut, the light outside was already starting to dim, and I knew we were going to eat for the last time before going to sleep. We came together and sat around the table, the tall guy on my right, the short girl on my left. I was expecting the tall guy to feed me, like he did the last two times, but instead I found the little girl waving the two sticks around in my face, holding a slimy pink thing in them. Pointing it at my mouth, I reluctantly opened it for her, and was soon chewing the bit of food she had given me. As I looked at her, waiting for the next piece of food, I saw her look at the tall guy and grin before repeating, this time holding something green up. We repeated this for a while until the girl suddenly gave the sticks to the tall guy, who continued for her. The food was soon gone, the bowl was empty, and the girl and guy got up, said something to everyone at the table, and left, heading for the unused room. The guy came back soon, and took me to my room, which he seemed to know very well where it was. As I lied down onto the place I slept on every day, he kissed me on the forehead, said something in a gentle voice, and walked away.

    The same thing happened day after day; I would wake up and find the two strangers at the table with everyone else. After we ate, the girl and the guy will go outside while I went out with the two girls. Coming back to the hut, everyone would eat again, and then go outside, the girl taking me out to walk every time. As the light dimmed, we would get back to the hut and eat one last time before going to bed.

    And all the while, the girl kept saying two things over and over again: “brother”, and something that I soon knew was what she was called, as every time someone said it, she would turn around and respond.

    A quarter moon passed before the routine changed; once everyone had finished eating, instead of going outside, the girl and the guy hugged everyone and spoke something before going back to their room. They soon emerged, carrying the black boxes they had brought with them. For some reason, everyone’s eyes were wet, though I didn’t understand why. When the guy who had brought them here went outside with them, though, I suddenly knew that they were leaving. For a shocking moment, I thought the two were gone for good.

    Then, the girl came back, looked up at me, and hugged me, saying “brother” the whole time. Subconsciously, I put my hand on her head, and said something that I knew she could understand.

    Lyn.
     
  2. Very interesting! I like the perspective and how you make little mundane things seem more out there.
     

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