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-Chapter One-

“Shut up.” Bridget droned from the left of me. She was agitated, that was obvious, but she always was once Tyler opened his big mouth. They were fighting again and rotten timing at that. Just a few minutes ago I thought it would be peaceful enough to flap open my book and trace over the bumps, I guess not.

“Why?” Tyler whined back and I would imagine she gave him a dirty look because he soon snickered. “Oh Beebear you are always such a bore.” He purposely used my father’s endearment to her and it was one that she hated with a passion. Father never seemed to care when she muttered how much she disliked it, in fact I have come to think he found it amusing.

“Why do you need an explanation? Maybe if you shut up I will explain why you need to shut up.”

“Why don’t you both shut up?” I intervened like always and I heard Bee’s huff of breath and Tyler’s mutter of protest. Sometimes they gave up but most of the time they just ignored me and went back to having their argument. Their arguments never had a point, just stupid and idiotic bickering was all they consisted of.

“Yeah, Bee, you should shut up.”

“Tyler!” I heard the click of her tongue and knew from the sound of the heavy stomping along the floorboards that she was now in pursuit of our younger brother. It would be pointless to even try and calm them down now. Mom I guess will have to do the rest, if she will ever stop talking on the phone to Grandma.

“Settle down!” Mom’s voice boomed throughout the home. Of course her little effort to stop the sibling rivalry did nothing. She was obviously no threat to Bee or Tyler. She and practically everyone else told me that she was short, but my father would always add the word beautiful and I would hear a small shove and my father go “Ow”.

Of course, I would never know of her beauty.

“You… know Beebear… if you weren’t… so fat you… could have killed me… by now!” Tyler teased during huffs of breaths; obviously tired from the long game of cat and mouse.

“I am not fat! I have to run—”

“Yep… just keep on making those excuses… but we all know… that you are just fat.”

“Well if I am fat then you must be obese!” Bridget snarled and I heard the sound of a thump and struggles coming from Tyler. She had caught him. Sometimes I wondered if I could see them maybe it would make me laugh when they pounced on each other like that. Then again, if I could see it probably wouldn’t get as far as it usually does.

I heard someone trudging down the steps; Mom.

“Didn’t I tell you two to keep it down?” She shouted and I immediately heard their shuffling cease. One of them cleared their throat and I knew exactly what would happen next. Bridget would open her mouth to clear her name and go on living her happy little life.

“But Mom he was antagonizing me and wouldn’t stop talking when I was trying to watch my show.” Her voice was a shrill whine and I didn’t even bother to suppress my eye roll.

“Well it wasn’t like I was talking loud.” Tyler came to his defense and indignantly sucked in some air.

“No you were practically screaming.”

“Bridget,” Mom was using her whole name which meant she was in a no-nonsense mood. “That is an exaggeration the only person I heard was you, but I did hear you both running around like hooligans.”

I tried to shield away from their chastisement. Quickly I got up and left the room. I knew this house from left to right but sometimes I did stumble, that was only when I didn’t want to use that stupid cane. It made me feel different and I didn’t like that especially when I am strange enough as it is.

I hardly got any attention at home, but in a way I liked it because I hated to hear that annoying pity in their voices. But sometimes I wished they would strike up a conversation with me but most of the time it was just silence. Dead silence.

A few years back I asked Mom what everyone looked like. I kind of forgot what Dad looked like but I do remember that he had these striking green eyes and charcoal hair(when I heard the sensuality in my mother’s voice my lip curled). She told me that Bee had curly long blond hair and Dad’s eyes and a small but pointy nose to go along with it. From the way Bee talked, I could actually imagine her looking like that.

But I can never understand what “blond” and “green” mean. Colors were nothing in my dark sameness. What is red: I constantly find myself asking that question but most of the time it is: What is colors in general?

“They are like that darkness you see.” Mom told me once, “but much different, much more vibrant.”

Tyler was supposedly tall and had a shorter version of Bee’s hair. No pointy nose for him and muddy eyes instead of jaded ones. Like hers was what she said after that. She told me that I had gotten Dad’s hair: charcoal and straight, rather than blond and curly like her and my siblings. My eyes were different though. Glazed silver was how she described it.

Of course I never understood it, not at all.

My hand fell against the wall and I immediately knew from the texture that I was in my father’s study. Most of the time he came in here, locked the door, and didn’t come out until the next morning; Mom mutters angrily about his philosophy to herself when she cooks.

I liked this room though. It had a charm about it that was both inviting and nerving. I always got a high from entering his private study. I felt like a little mischievous kid again. It was also a nice and warm room, one that I could easily drift to sleep in. For minutes I had forgotten that my eyes were closed and I opened them. Even if it was the same it felt more comfortable to open my eyes rather than close them as if I were asleep.

Suddenly a violent chill spread all over. My breathing quickened and it took seconds to realize that once again I will never have a moment’s peace.

It used to scare me. When I was little I would shake and tremble and just run. One time I ran into something hard and got knocked out cold. It doesn’t scare me much anymore but sometimes when they get angry I get nervous. They can’t hurt me but it is still nerving to hear anger pour from one’s mouth. But at the sound of his laugh I relaxed greatly.

Danni.