Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Dark Sisters

Growing up, my sister was always in control. She told me what to wear, what to say, and what to do. If she didn't like someone, I couldn't like them either. As we got older the things she wanted me to do became much darker---bloodier. I was like a puppet and she was my puppet master pulling the strings. Her hand over my mouth is not to keep me quiet, but her way of controlling me. She has so much control she makes me hone into only her, as if we are the only two people in the world with one enemy, and it was my job to get rid of that person. Once she takes her hand away...I must destroy. #LiteraryJunkie

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