Storming inside, Allie went straight to her kitchen and threw a jar of pebbles on the ground. Instead of calming down, she was angry now - twice the original.
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6 years ago
Allie was crouching down against the walls of the hostel generator room. It was an old extension of the building, forgotten since inverters replaced generators. Allie hardly cried. In fact she never cried. She was crouching there because she was afraid of throwing a tantrum and ruining her sister's image. It was as if her entire being was surrounded by Willow, she wanted to be the perfect sister of Willow.
It was past 7pm, the floors dirty and slippery in snow, when a perfectly manicured elegant hand reached out to her. 'Willow!!!' Her mind screamed.
"Allison get up."
"Look at how messy you are. Were you running a marathon with pigs?"
"You need to look after your self Allison, you're the Chief Assistant of HB. This is not how you should look. What will people think of us?"
"Are you listening to me?"
"Allison" Willow's voice had began crack with worry.
"Are you okay, honey?" Looking at her motionless sister Willow asked again.
"Where's your jacket?" The sound of zipper was heard and then Willow's polished red jacket was around Allie's cold body. She trembled and a small whisper left her lips "C..c..cold"
Nodding and assuring Allie, Willow threw an arm around her sister and stood her up "I know, I know. Lets get you warmed up."
On the way back to Willow's apartment, Allie filled her in on her worry although she kept her reasons hidden. Willow silently paid attention to every detail, only say 'yes' and 'continue' while wrapping an arm around Allie.
Once Allie was showered and warm, Willow gave her a glass jar of pebbles and said it was made of glass used by movie props - the broke easily and never caused harm. She also said how she would through them at the wall to get rid of her anxiety or anger, and pick up the stones the next day.
Willow was simply helping her younger sister by sharing it, but it somehow shattered the gilded castle and pedestal inside Allison where she had kept her sister. Her sister wasn't perfect. Of course she was a human, but...
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The memory stayed, the taste of her bile that rose then stayed too, but the jar became a necessity. A small, frail jar and some pebbles now controlled her emotions.
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Jason ran his hands along the couch in the living room. They resembled velvet. The room was cozy, spotless and clean with an air of a vacation home. It was made of wood and wood decors and had a partially open 1st floor. From glass partition near the kitchen he had seen that the other parts of the house looked very different from each other. He stayed in the wooden part, while others where Victorian and white like marbles, green like forest with tons of plants and another like a traditional Japanese home. Just like Allison Heights, the young daughter of HB but very unlike Allie.
Taking another deep breath he looked around the house, a single room. She must have known that he was married (he thought) that she only prepared one room. But what if he had a child? 'Stop, you are already pushing your limit.' His mind warned him. He had to wait till the staff accommodations were available until then...
'But what then? You won't see her again? She works there too.' A part of his mind called out against his stupid thoughts.
What was wrong? Why was his emotional state so fragile? This shouldn't be happening. This was a mistake. - He tried to push away any thoughts that reminded him of Allie. She was just Allison now, daughter of HB Corp, another spoiled brat, another MURDERER.