Is he screwing with me? What's with this claim that he can do magic? It's sweet, but I'm not buying it! Michael's just saying all that, in an attempt to cheer me up. Right?
After all, it'd be too much of a coincidence otherwise. Right?
Right! There's no way I'd sit and bitch and whine and come across looking like a weak little emo princess, telling him that I wish I was *her*, just so he could fix me, and then, PRESTO!! He admits that he's already learning magic and can offer out hope like a beacon into the darkness that is my life!
Why, I ought to… I don't know what I ought to do really… It's mean of him to bully me by getting my hopes up unrealistically, but it's also kind of sweet to think that he'd do it just to cheer m…
"Wha… What is that!" All at once, my whole world was blown away as some translucent string of energy materialized in front of my brother. My mind was in a complete and utter whirl, as I found myself so shocked that I even forgot how to breathe for a moment!
It can't be real! It isn't real!! The laws of physics and gravity won't allow energy to maintain a linear shape naturally — it has to collapse on itself and form a sphere! But it's not! Wha.. Wha… What is it? It's not a wormhole, that's for certain. And who the hell has even heard of a wormline?? Heck, I bet autocorrect wouldn't even recognize it as a word!
"That," Michael bragged proudly, "is my personal magic. I think," he added, sounding a little uncertain. Well which the heck was it?!!
"I'm guessing," Michael finally said, "that it's like a crack between worlds. A doorway, of sorts, if you will, which I can use to travel back and forth to that other world I dreamed about."
A crack?? What damn use is a crack?! "Well make it bigger," I requested excitedly. *This* world doesn't have the technology to fix me, but what about the other world? I'd never believed in magic before, but I couldn't deny it anymore, and I've already seen what it can do to Vicky.
The answer… The answer to all my prayers and problems is right there!
"WASSAAAIITT!" Michael's panicked scream brought me back out of my thoughts as he suddenly grabbed Vicky's arm and pulled her tight into his embrace.
"OWWW!! Samn sit!" Michael slurred his speech and stuck his tongue out like a baby, asking, "Sow sis sit? Siz sit sad?"
Oh please! There's barely even two drops of blood on the very tip of his tongue. Now's not the time to be acting like a little child, Michael! There's a crack inreality he…
What the hell is that shameless slut doing now?!!
Passionately kissing Michael… Hell no! It looks more like Vicky's trying to swallow his damn tongue down her throat, than it looks like a kiss! And… and that damn sloppy assed expression of euphoria on her face!
I… I want to know that… I want to *feel* that… To be able to enjoy the warmth and the taste and the touch and the presence of another human being…
I'm so damn jealous of Vicky right now, I'd pull all the hairs out of her body one by one, if she had any!
I… I may need to reflect on myself somewhat in the future. As it is right now, I don't think I'm a very good sister. I've pushed Michael too hard, and it's to the point where even I can tell he's really suffering now. That stubborn ass!!
Yes, I want to see this other world as soon as possible. But not at the expense of my brother's health and well-being! He shouldn't have hid how big a strain it is for him to grow this damn crack! I should've paid more attention to him, than to it, honestly…
If I'm being honest, I'm not a very good sister!
If only there was some way I could make it all up to him! I'd let him hump me raw up the ass for a week, if that'd bring him the slightest relief, but he won't do it. I can't cook, since my sense of taste sucks so bad, so there's no such thing as "win a man over by his stomach" for me. Michael always keeps the house clean so I don't hurt myself doing anything, so there's nothing for me to do there…
I'm just worthless. Nothing more than a burden to all those around me. I'd trade places with that dumb bitch Vicky in a heartbeat, if I could. Always complaining about how 'everybody always has such unrealistic expectations for her'…
Dumb fucking cunt!!
Try living a life where nobody expects anything out of you. Where nobody wants you to do anything. Where all you're encouraged to do is just sit in a well padded chair, or lay or your bed, and read a book or watch TV, or do something else — anything else — that is pointless and doesn't involve the slightest chance of you hurting yourself!
"Vicky! Get away from Michael and let him sleep." I snap at the dumb bitch, but it's not really her fault. She's just trying to take care of him in her own way, like I should be trying to do.
I really, really hate her!
"Yes, Mistress!" Blissfully unaware of my true feelings for her, Vicky squirms expectantly, like a puppy wagging its tail excitedly, for me to give her another order.
As a sudden idea hits me, I ask, "Did you bring your phone with you?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Is it charged and ready to use?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Then scoot your ass and go fetch it! We're going to try something."
"Yes, Mistress!