A week after what Wen had seen, she was still shaking when she thought of the sight. Of the burning, dark eyes. Of the cloaked, stout figure. And then, there, a feeling - borne inside her - a feeling of maddening horror, one that pricked at her heart and made her eyelids flutter and her soul rise, as though it were floating up to the skies.
And now, seven days later, she sat on a leather armchair in the living room, with hot chocolate in her arms and hands resting on her forehead, her cheeks, with people's voices pouring out like little gurgling rivers, quivering and rippling on and on and on while she kept living through the same moment again and again.
Again, the feeling came! - the inexplicable one, one that made her so mad she wanted to grab Ksenia'a now evenly-trimmed hair and pull at it until it came out of her skull with the younger sister's fingernails caked in blood. But at the same time - her soul rose, up, up, to the skies and further to the stars. She liked the feeling. But it was a beast - tearing her apart - and she was crazy.
"Babe, what really happened?" asked Eddy again, with a worried glance at his sister.
"I think, that, when I was getting down from the windowsill, I fell... and banged my head... and then I merely thought I saw something, and now I'm all crazy because I am trying to tell myself that I am not!" She lied, patiently, for the fifth time that day. The lie seemed rather believable, and the beast borne inside Wen gave a disgusted roar for it wanted the absolute truth to be out, once and for all.
"Are you sure?" Inquired Ksenia. Mother and Father were out and about, being invited to tea - sure, they did not wish to go, but it was to a friend that they had both known in university, so the couple were eager to meet up with Millicent Deep, a graphic designer and passionate cook.
"Couldn't be more!" Wen grumbled, for a realisation suddenly hit her - "Aww man, do I have to run and buy the bread and milk today?" And with pleading eyes, for she hated to run about the village till she found the jolly little store filled with smells of heavenly bread that she every time got so accused of eating when there was only a little bit of the bun returned, she fixed them on her attractive brother, who let out a short laugh and then grinned widely.
"You can't get away from..." he began, hearing Wen sigh and Ksenia frown knowingly. "Being the baby! Sure, I will go, but will you not eat chips and check your sister's blog while she ain't a-looking?"
Ksenia turned a furious, burning expression of extreme hatred to Wen, cheeks colouring, flat brows pulling in together. "You read my posts, ah-ha?" The last part was given off as a triumphant spit, much like a cat hisses when unnerved.
Spit covered Wen'a face like little pearly droplets and she extended out her hand, slicing a fingernail against Ksenia's chin. The wild beast had been let out!
It wanted to claw again, to make the gash deep and offensive, and to let blood trickle from the wound. But what she did had done enough effect; suddenly, out of her dreary mental state, a soft purr had echoed - through her veins and up to her throat. The murmur of satisfactory caught in her mouth, her lips sealed shut with force. She could not make a sound.
Spit covered Wen'a face like little pearly droplets and she extended out her hand, slicing a fingernail against Ksenia's chin. The wild beast had been let out!
It wanted to claw again, to make the gash deep and offensive, and to let blood trickle from the wound. But what she did had done enough effect; suddenly, out of her dreary mental state, a soft purr had echoed - through her veins and up to her throat. The murmur of satisfactory caught in her mouth, her lips sealed shut with force. She could not make a sound.
Thrashing, she fell down to the hard floor and Ksenia had time to kick Wen hard in the shin, so that soon after her knee was shades of purple.
Eddy, meanwhile, had to grapple so that the siblings' hands and legs were intertwined no more, and with manly strength he dragged Ksenia to the armchair opposite.
Eddy, meanwhile, had to grapple so that the siblings' hands and legs were intertwined no more, and with manly strength he dragged Ksenia to the armchair opposite.
Ksenia's cut was deep and went like a thin scar right across her chin. Later on, she screamed at herself, but while Ksenia had no mirror, her face remained a deathly pale tint and her hands shook as she grasped the armrests and bit her tongue apprehensively.
Wen, on the other hand, as mentioned above, had a quivering knee because of the pain she felt. Her efforts to stand up and land a jab at her sister resulted only in the rebel landing down to the ground, off her chair, and having to nurse the affected knee as she sucked on it, simply like an angered kitten.
Ksenia let out a hollow, piercing laugh, one that cut the thick air about her into a half. Her tongue was like a scythe, working away to land more panic and pain with every stroke -
"Good, good, you're a true gem, are you not dear?" She laughed wistfully, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and shrugging her shoulders afterwards. "Well then, you know all about Terry and me, yes?"
Voice was returned to Wen. Maybe it was because she suddenly realised how minimal harm she had done by landing a little cut to her sister's polished face, covered with make-up and false identity - and that should 'ave made her madder than ever. Or it was because she wanted to spit out everything she ever thought about Eddy and let herself squirm and curse and roll up a tantrum. Either way, she sat back in her chair, lips always-too-big-for-her-face easing, opening, tongue working to produce a sound.
It worked.
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