A lot of things changes one’s behavior and action, which makes them act different and strange. But are you ready to accept such changes?
There’s a psychopath living in my house, she sleeps in the same room as with me. It’s not my sister’s fault; this is just who she is, but I blame my parents. My Mom left when I was eight and my little sister was five, my Dad always said, she never wanted us, Dad said she used to be a perfect students with a big bag of dreams, then she got pregnant for us and had to drop out of college to take care of us.
He reminded us all the time that it was our fault she left, and how happy he was before we were born. A lot of stuff about her being an ungrateful bitch, but I don’t think of her that way. If I was married to someone like my Dad, I would have ran away too.
Dad was always taken drugs for him to cope with her leaving , each time he took it, he would abandon us for days and it would just be me and my little sister in the house. It wasn’t easy at all, I had to take care of my sister the best I could, Dad wouldn’t usually leave us with any money.
My little sister ran into a moving vehicle at my absence, she couldn’t walk again for three years after that, she needed more help now that she was in a wheel chair for support. My petty jobs wasn’t enough, as they weren’t able to pay my bills, the electricity, water supply and rent sometimes. I couldn’t leave my sister too long, even when my Dad was around, he would just ignore her and if I didn’t check in at twice or thrice a day, then she would be soaked in her own piss and shit. I so much wished she could make effort in using the toilet by herself. But she just gave up on everything.
One day, I came back home and went straight to her room, thinking I would find her there, but I found something strange and usual. I noticed her collection of animals skull, but I assumed they were just plastic not until I saw how she was catching this innocent animals. I silently watched her setting her trap outside the house, the trap was quite quick to capture a squirrel. I was marveled by that, then she shook the whole thing until it looked like the inside of a blender, the poor squirrel screamed the whole time. I rushed and took it away from her, but she just kept building more traps, it wasn’t just squirrels either small birds, mice, even raccoon. After she’d killed them, she then chop off the head straight off into a bowl of water to clean the skull.
I complained to her, that this innocent animals aren’t meant to be tortured, but she seems to see it as fun.
One afternoon, I came back home after having a long day at work and found another trap, but these trap was bigger. It’s not just animal anymore. There was a rope tied to a little hook inside the box, which led toward my house. If someone were to pull that rope, the box would close and the whole thing would be dragged down the sidewalk. I don’t think she did be strong enough to pull anyone bigger than a four years old child. I ripped the box into pieces in anger and ran to confront her. I found her on her wheelchair waiting with a 6-inches knife in her hands.
“What in the world are you trying to do Stephanie?”
“Set a trap, sister.”
“Oh! Well I’ve destroyed it and it won’t work.”
“Don’t worry. It will work.”
“Are you deaf? I destroyed it. Why are you trying to trap someone kid?”
“I’m not. I’m trying to tap you and good thing you came on time.”
That’s when I noticed that the microwave machine was suspended with rope above me, she cut the cord and it landed right on top of my head. She must have counted on that knocking me out because I was bigger, she was already coming at me with the knife. I was dizzy and in pain, but I managed to scramble out of the way and slam the door at her face.
Days passed, I was too scared to go back inside the hose. I decided to call child protective agency and reported the drugs my Dad was doing in the home to the police, I couldn’t mention my little sister strange act, because I thought once she was out of here she’d have a chance of a fresh start. I didn’t want her life to be over before it had even begun. We were both put into separate foster homes.
Bye sister for now.