Ute and I walk past my mother in dismay. She smiles.
"Hey, you two."
Ute screams, "Rak Fakcsu, GO AWAY!"
My mother lets out a confused laugh and quickly returns to the stove, muttering "Freaaak." under her breath.
I plunge on my bed and turn the ghetto blaster on.
"WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!!"
Ute begins to cry and dances.
I hear footsteps from outside. Someone opens the door.
"Quiet."
Ute jumps back and loses her Pentagram. It rolls and stops before Diablo's feet, my stupid big brother. He simply shrugs and leaves the room.
Ute grips her chest, her heart beating to the rhythm of Linkin Park's "Crawling in my Skin."
"Oof, my cold black heart!"
She cites her seven satanic healing spells again, but they don't seem to work.
"Ogg ogg ogg ogg ogg ogg ogg!"
I hear my brother's suppressed coughing from his room.
"He hears you…", I whisper, incredibly upset and disgusted by the fact that she has fallen in love with my deadpan brother. I hate my life.
This time, I hear tiny feet toddling towards my room.
No... not my foolish little sister!
"Kate, Kate! I want to play Barbie!"
Disgusted, Ute turns her head to my small sister.
"HAVE YOU GONE INSANE? Barbie is a sexist product of the modern market and destroys the self-esteem of fat and ugly little girls like you! YOU WILL DIE! SHE WILL DESTROY YOU FROM WITHIN!"
"Okay. UWU", my foolish little sunny sister replies.
"Be careful, her stupidity might be contagious!", I whisper to Ute who is still absent-minded from the word "Barbie".
I think she still remembers her trauma from when she was in the sixth grade.
She played with a pregnant doll and noticed that you could open the belly. The plastic child fell directly into her mouth and since then she harbors a natural hate against everything that is plastic or pregnant. Sad life.
"B… but Kateeeee… I want to playyyyy…"
Ute starts to cite more satanic spells. This time no healing spells, but an attack!!
"Fesjgkla! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-- fihgdsrhf!!11!"
"I think she has a stroke... Whatever."
My fat sister throws a Barbie head right into Ute's face. I could have sworn Ute tucked her head in like a turtle then did a 360 degrees kebab skewer slow motion spin.
Ute is a very special girl…
Diablo comes back again and stands in the middle of the room without context,
"Quiet, please. Thanks."
I heard speakers at the track with more emotion in their voice.
Frightened, Ute clings on his legs. My wood log brother slowly pushes her away. I rageeee!!11111!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do a double backflip, triple somersault, and Chuck Norris-like, I deliver a punch. My big brother takes a step to the side. I also fly Chuck Norris-like against the wall. I break down- again, literally.
Ute is not impressed by my show and clings to the severed Barbie head like a baby monkey and cries.
"Diablo, why!???"
Not even a love potion could help her. She storms out of the room.
I flip again!!!!!! My marble brother looks at me without a crumb of emotion. I grab his leg and try to drag him to the ground. In vain.
"Oops."
He slowly pushes me away. I start to cry.
My sister holds the severed Barbie body in front of my face this time. That stupid piece of plastic is wearing a white wedding dress. If Ute had seen that...
I hate my life.
She jumps onto my limp body.
"WEEE! Now Kathi is a doll, too!"
"No, you are just a silly little girl, blinded and brainwashed by society and its useless problems! Don't you dare trample on me! NOOOOOOOOO!" I shout at my disfavor with intensified rhetorical means.
This cheap sunshine imitation smiles. She is stupid, she does not understand anything yet.
"If father was still alive, he would have killed himself because of you!"
"Oh, wow. UWU"
Suddenly the dragon queen, my mother, barges into my room. She would spit fire if she could. She stares at me like a woman rejected by the greasy men from "The Bachelor" show.
"HOLY MOTHER MARY AND BOTHERATION! SHUT UP, NOW I'M TALKING!!!!!!!!!!111!"
"B... b... but Mommmmmmy." I feel fear crawling up my back like a snake, wrapping itself around my neck and pulling tighter and tighter. The trembling of my hand betrays me. No. Don't show any weakness in front of this monster. I am strong!
"Sorry, Sensei...", I draw energy from the air into my clenched fists, "ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
"Wtf...."
I plunge into my mother's fat pudding. I am thrown back. It sure packed - like Boomer's fat burritos. She probably munched too many of them.
My tragic story follows me around like a shadow. It seems to get darker around me. I reach out for the last shriveled flower of hope. I will nevergive up... I'll succeed! And damn, I will! With the power of the moon, I will PUNISH you!
With all my bundled strength, I ram my head into the creases of my mother's chin. I bounce back again and hit my back against the wall. I break down.
In that moment, I thought of the words of my grandfather,
"It can always get worse."
Yeah, you're right. I cry bitter tears.