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Elizabeth
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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 2:24 am Post subject: The Death and Rebirth of Aeris Delaroca - Story |
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1 - Confrontations on the home front
"You never let me do anything!" I pouted, folding my arms and glaring up at my mother, who just looked back down at me like a war hero, reliving a battle that she had already fought, and then replayed in her mind a million times before this.
"Put a sweater on, if you're cold," she told me; no less than I had expected. This is what happened every time. This was how it usually ended, and Mom knew that, and began to turn to leave, her victory secured.
Or so she thought. Little did she know that I wasn't going to let myself just concede this time, speechless to her devastating logic. "Don't have any," I said, my voice a little lower than it had been a Moment before.
Mom stopped in her tracks, turned to glare at me. I began, too late, to think better of this. My feet, almost under their own volition, started backing away. "Didn't your grandmother just give you one?"
I glanced down the hall, wondering when one of my sisters was going to show up. They always seemed to be underfoot when I wanted to be alone... But when I needed them to distract Mom for me, they were nowhere to be found. Typical. "Uh... I lost it?"
Mom advanced further. "Aeris..." she began with a warning tone.
I stood there for a second or two before breaking down and giving up. "Oh, wait, I think I know where it is!" I exclaimed, convincing nobody. Mom nodded, turned, and started walking again. My mouth opened again, wanting to tell her something else, even though this was hardly the time for it. The words froze in my throat anyway, just like they always
did, so it hardly mattered.
Fully intending to stalk back to my room and sulk on my bed for a while, I turned around, only to come face to face with my oldest sister. "God, you are so immature, Aeris," she informed me, rolling her eyes. Nothing new here - I had been through this many, many times, too. "It's not -that- cold in here."
"Maybe not to you," I answered with a glare, getting some of my good ole mischievous energy back. Maybe I couldn't win against my Mom, and I certainly couldn't against my father, but Kyrie... That was something different altogether.
Just as a scathing follow up to that came to my mind, I realized that the noise I had just heard was her door closing.
Damn it.
Just can't win.
And when you can't win, the only real thing there is to do about it is to go contemplate how the world sucks, and would be so much better if maybe, just maybe, every once in a while things went the way you wanted them to.
Unfortunately, when I got to my room, still trying to decide just how hard I was going to slam it, Lavina was there. Now, I'm not going to deny that my little sister isn't a sweetheart, because she is, but she isn't the best person to be angry around. She either makes you feel better before all the rage has its chance to bottle up properly, or she gets mad, too, and you get blamed for making her that way.
"Aeris, guess what?" were the first word to greet me. As usual.
"I don't know, Vina..." I said, flopping down onto my bed. It wasn't the right way to answer her, but it was all I had the stamina or patience for at the moment. Mom says I was like this when I was 8, but I know she's lying. I could never have been this annoying. No human can, other than my sister.
I let her babble on as she babbles on, probably giving me clues as to whatever I'm supposed to be guessing. She can never just come out and say it, unless she gets tired of you trying. And she has a pretty long attention span for a little kid. Heck, I don't even think -I- can pay attention to one thing as long as she can, and I'm three years older than
she is!
I tuned back in as she started winding down. "'Member Vince?" Vague memories of a kid from my sister's class trickled into my rage-filled mind. I shrugged. "He came to my birthday party..." she tried jogging my memory. I shrugged again. "Well, he thinks you're pretty."
I turned my vengeful laser-eyes of death and destruction (mostly destruction) on Lavina, not needing to hear this right now. A third grader liking me was -not- something that would cheer me up, even on the best of the days. Though today it was pretty much par for the course.
"He does know how old I am, doesn't he?" I asked, sitting back up, not sure I wanted to be here anymore. Maybe the basement would be better...
Lavina squirmed in her seat. "Well, I was thinking, maybe he doesn't hafta know..."
"Vina, what did you do?" I growled, starting to stand up. That used to intimidate her, but it lost its effect quite a while ago.
"Can't you just pretend, for a lil while? If he's your boyfriend, that's almost as good as him being mine..."
"No, it's not!" I screamed, jumping forward off my bed. She flinched, knowing now that she had picked a bad time to bring this up. "I am NOT eight, and you better tell Vince that!" Not that he really could have known unless she told him anyway... Sometimes I can really suck to be so much smaller than everyone else your age. Especially when your siblings, and pretty much your whole family, except your grandmother, are all fairly tall
for their age, and every single one of them, including the youngest, are bigger than you are. It kinda makes it hard to remember that you're the middle child.
Tears sprang to Lavina's eyes. Crap. I probably shouldn't have yelled at her.
She ran out of the room, bawling, to be back in a few moments, most likely, with reinforcements. Deciding to take this opportunity, I walk over to my door and slam it shut, as hard as I can, wanting more than anything just to scream, and scream and scream, but I stop myself, banging my fist against my pillow instead, an instant before I bury my
face in it and start crying myself.
2 - The dreams of an outcast
There's blood on my hands.
I look down at them, at first unsure whether or not I'm still dreaming. The red spot is still there. It is dull, not shiny at all, suggesting that it has been there for a while, and had time to dry.
There don't seem to be any cuts on my hands, nor on the parts of my arms that aren't covered by the thin fabric of my nightgown. I reach up gingerly, brushing at my face, fearful that I would feel the warm, slick feeling of fresh blood there.
I didn't. My face was intact, as much as I could tell.
I slowly bring my hands back up in front of my eyes. It's still there. What the hell is going on?
My hand is shaking as I reach up to turn on my lamp, wondering if that would tell me just what had happened here, a little scared that it would.
Click.
The darkness remains, broken periodically by moonlight streaming in through the window as the soft wind outside blows the curtains out of the way for a brief Moment.
Damn it.
I get up, instinctively walking in the one, exceedingly narrow, path that would lead me safely through my little sister's belongings and to the light switch on the other side of the room. She's being rather quiet tonight, not snoring like she usually does, or rolling around impatiently as she tries to find a satisfactory place to sleep.
My hand touches the smooth plastic of the light switch, and lingers there. What if I don't want to know what caused the bloodstain? Nothing that would make me any happier, that was for sure.
Nonetheless, my fingers slide upwards, almost of their own volition, and the room is flooded with light.
Empty.
My room is completely empty.
When I look back down at my hands, the blood is gone, too.
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Lavina was uncharacteristically silent at breakfast the next morning, eyeing me with a deep fear that nearly broke my heart. I wanted to hug her, tell her that I hadn't meant to shout at her, and I still loved her, but by the time I had the chance, she was on her way out to get into the car, and Kyrie was glaring at me, tapping her foot in that angry way of hers
that meant that I was taking too long to get ready, and if I made her late, she would make my life a living hell. Not that it wasn't already.
Starla was already waiting in the front seat, as always. Suck-up. She's always the first person outside, and so she always got to ride shotgun in Myrtle. Hey, don't look at me... I didn't name the car... That would be Kyrie's department. She said that the name reminded her of a turtle, and that the car moved pretty much like a turtle. And I'd have to agree with her there - it's a pretty slow car. Mom and Dad were probably too scared to let her drive anything that went above forty miles an hour. I don't blame them.
Kyrie slides into the driver's seat, and turns on the engine, glaring daggers at me as I fasten my seat belt, trying not to notice Lavina edging away from me.
"You know, I spend half my life carting you around, Aeris," Kyrie said, followed by a bout of giggling from Starla. Starla didn't really like hearing people get chewed out... Unless it was by her idol, our own big sister, Kyrie.
"And I spend the other half of it waiting for you to get ready for me to cart you around!" Kyrie is into it now, which wouldn't be so bad if she weren't trying to drive and berate me at the same time. Her eyes leave the back seat and focus in on the road again just in time for her to swerve out of the way of the Andersons' mailbox, which is shaped like a little red tractor, for God only knows what reason. The Andersons aren't farmers, and never have been. In fact, Mr. Anderson is a computer programmer! People can be strange sometimes...
"I'm sure this is news to you, Aer, but you aren't the center of the universe. Not everything revolves around you."
Tears start to flood my eyes again, and I make myself stare down at the floorboards of the car so that Kyrie can't see them. She just doesn't understand what it's like to be me... How hard it can be at times... How difficult it is to keep everything inside, because I'm too afraid to let my secrets out.
Except, that day, I did just that. Or, I tried to, at least. Mom might not even see the note, old and crumpled as it was, underneath her pillow. Maybe it would be knocked off and under her bed somehow, and sentenced to be lost forever in the kingdom of the dust bunnies. Maybe that would be for the best.
I had written the note a long time ago, when I first came to terms with my feelings, so long ignored, buried away. I knew it by heart now - it was one of the finest things I had ever written, really, a masterpiece of the English language.
I hoped she wouldn't find it.
I don't know what had come over me, to finally put the note somewhere that she would be able to find it, to give her a chance to figure out one of my deepest, darkest secrets. Maybe I felt that after all the trouble I had caused the day before, bending her patience almost to breaking, but not quite that far, since she didn't kill me, as far as I know, that she had earned it.
Or maybe I just couldn't bear to be the only one who knew about it anymore.
"Are you crying again?" Kyrie asks with a loud sigh. I look up, shocked, tears dripping down, clearing a tiny section of the floor of dust. "God, you are -so- immature, Aeris," she said as she pulled into the parking lot of the elementary school. I grabbed my backpack and darted out of the car, drying my eyes as well as I could, hoping nobody would notice if they were a little red.
"Have a good day at school, Vina," Kyrie told my little sister, who smiled back at her with a warmness that used to be so often directed at me. A little boy about her age, possibly Vince, who knows, came up behind her, and together they walked into the half of the building devoted to kindergarten and the first three grades.
I stood there, watching her, for a few moments before I realized that Kyrie and Starla were already driving off to the junior high school across the street. I waved at them, but they didn't see me.
They didn't even say good-bye.
I'm an outcast from my own family.
3 - When all else fails, hit something with a big stick
"Hey, Aeris!" a familiar voice called from behind me. I turn and make myself smile as Garnet, the oldest of what I like to call the Jewel Sisters, approached. She's just a couple years older than me, but she usually acts like she's older than Kyrie. She's really nice, though, and almost as much fun to hang out with as her little sisters, the twins Pearl and Ruby, who are on the softball team with me. Garnet is there every day, even though she's too old to be on the team. She's almost thirteen, and she's already every bit as pretty as her namesake.
"Why do you look so down, sweetie?" she asked as I walked over to the bleacher she sits in every day. Some days she watches the team practice, some days she does homework. She's always there, though. She really loves her little sisters, which is a lot more than I can say for either of my big sisters. She walks them home from practice every single day...
I shrugged. "I think I failed my math test."
Garnet looked concerned. "You know that's not true; you're pretty good at math. What's really the matter?"
I shrugged again. "Nothing important."
Garnet opened her mouth to say something else, but got drowned out by Coach Ross, yelling at me that practice was starting. I ran back over to the rest of the team, coming to a stop beside Ruby, who winked at me as the coach started lecturing us about how important it is to take practice seriously. We've all heard it about a billion times before.
Ruby smiled down at me. "You okay, Aeris?" she asked, looking almost as concerned as Garnet had just a few Moments before.
"I'm fine," I told her, starting to feel a little irritated. Garnet, I didn't mind as much, since she actually was older than me. But it always seemed like the entire softball team treated me like I was their collective little sister, even though we were all the same age. Yes, I admit it was nice sometimes, but other times I just wished they would treat me like an equal.
Coach Ross was still babbling, maybe still about the same thing, but maybe not. Who knew? He's a very strange man... Kinda tall, but shorter than my father, who had always seemed tall enough. Coach's brown hair looked like it was starting to fade away into baldness whenever he took his hat off, which was pretty much only when his patience with us had worn thin. Which was happening quite a bit lately. Said we don't listen to him. Imagine that!
All in all, though, he's a nice guy. I suppose I would have liked him better if he ever let me do anything but stand out in left field, waiting for a fly ball that never came. I guess it made sense, though, since all of the other girls were so much better at catching things, and running around, and being coordinated. Still, it would have been nice to do -something- every once in a while.
I guess I should have been grateful that he even let me onto the team... I had been much less than impressive at tryouts. I still try not to think about them too often. I suppose he saw some sort of promise in me, though, even after I took seven tries to hit the ball, only to fall flat on my face three steps towards first base. How was I supposed to know that my shoe was untied?
Some days, I think the only reason he let me in was because of how pitiful I must have looked that day. Maybe I'm right. But it's something to do, to get me away from my house. And everybody on the team seems to like me, pretty much. If any of them don't, they're too afraid of incurring the wrath of Pearl and Ruby, the best bodyguards a girl could ask for, even if she never did, to do anything about it.
I was getting better, too, slowly but surely. Sometimes I even managed to hit the ball, on the rare occasions that I got a turn at bat. And sometimes it actually flew far enough away to give me a chance to get to first base.
Sometimes.
I didn't get a chance to even try that day. As usual, I got banished to left field, where I promptly sat down in the grass, watching the game unfold. If Coach Ross noticed, he would shouted at me that I was supposed to be playing, not taking a nap, but he hardly ever looked over there. Nothing ever happened there. And how could he think I was taking a nap anyway? I was sitting up! With my eyes open!
A strange man, our coach...
My mind wandered back to the note, sitting so carefully on Mom's pillow, but probably not. She had to have seen it by now, if it hadn't been lost somehow yet. What was she going to do when I got home? Would she have said anything to anybody else? Would she have told Kyrie, as if she needed another reason to tell me how immature I acted? Oh, God, what had I done?
I couldn't go home, it was as simple as that. I couldn't face my mother, not ever again. What if she thought I was some kind of freak? What if she were right?
I nearly screamed when I felt a tap on my shoulder, waking me up from a dream I didn't even realize I was having. I scrambled to my feet, mumbling apologies for daydreaming during practice, only to see that it was just Garnet, trying to hide the fact that she was giggling at me, but the twinkling in her beautiful green eyes gave her away. "J-Just surprised a lil, that's all..." I mumbled, blushing. Once I had some of my composure regained, I looked at her and said, "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
Garnet shrugged. "Sorry. Just thought you might like to know that practice is over."
"Oh." I blushed again. "Thanks."
And then I turned and ran for the parking lot, already bracing myself for the berating that Kyrie was going to give me for making her wait yet again.
She wasn't there.
In fact, except for one minivan that was starting to pull away, the parking lot was completely empty. How long had they let me sit out in the field? Had they forgotten about me somehow? Good thing Garnet remembered, or I probably would have stayed out there all night...
I waited nervously in the parking lot, idly playing with my glove. Kyrie must have decided that she was going to teach me a lesson, and left me out here when I didn't show up on time. What was I going to do now? I hugged the glove to my chest, not caring how stupid it looked, and prayed that Mom would make Kyrie come back for me soon.
4 - Encounters with the Unexplained
I never was a very patient person, and by the time the first drops of rain started to fall onto the pavement around me, what little of it I had was all used up. Everyone was gone now, even Garnet, Pearl, and Ruby. Garnet had asked me if I was going to be okay, and I had said yes, not wanting to be a bother to her.
I was still hugging my glove, wishing, a little childishly maybe, that it was my stuffed penguin, Cid. I would have looked even stupider like that, of course, but at least I would have felt a little better about being abandoned.
Finally, not really thinking about what I was doing, I stepped forward, walking across the parking lot, towards the road that led home. I wasn't supposed to be walking around this far away from home by myself, mostly because my sense of direction is much less than perfect, but I didn't have a choice. Besides, Kyrie drove me up and down this street every day - there was no way I could get lost.
Heh.
Did I say no way?
What I meant to say was, there's absolutely no way under the sun that I could get back home by myself without managing to get lost about a million times.
I don't know how long I had been wandering around before I heard the first blast of thunder, but the noise gave me fresh energy, giving me more incentive to figure out just where on earth I was. Probably Timbuktu. But I knew that I had to get home soon, or at least inside. I'm not sure how much of it is teasing, and how of it is truth, but from what I've heard from my parents, and Kyrie and Starla, being outside in a thunderstorm is one of the most dangerous places to be. Getting struck by lightning wasn't my idea of a good time, though it would have gotten me out of whatever actions Mom would be taking after reading the note.
I looked around, hoping for something familiar. And that was when the thunder boomed again, and all I wanted to do was run, far away, not caring where I ended up, as long as it wasn't here. Pointing myself in the vague direction that felt like home, I took off, going as fast as I could push myself, as the rain began beating down harder and harder, soaking me through my softball uniform.
I suppose I should have been watching where I was going, but who else could possibly have been outside in such an outpour? Nobody sane, to be sure. But we had out share of insane people around here.
Miss Arkenstone may not have been insane, but she wasn't far from it. Nobody knew how old she was, but she looked to be about 250, on a good day. I had heard some of the other girls on the team whispering that she was a witch, and that she had cursed them for making fun of her in the store one day. I wasn't sure what kind of curse she could have put on them, since they both still looked the same as they always had, but it was a scary enough story anyway.
She was just about the last person I wanted to see right then, so, naturally, she was the only other person outside that day. On the very sidewalk that I was blindly running down. See where this is going?
Next thing I knew, I was picking myself up off the rain soaked ground, looking in horror at the groceries spilled all around from the bag Miss Arkenstone had been carrying just a few Moments before. My mouth fell open in horror, and I immediately began trying to pick everything back up, shoving it into her arms and apologizing as loudly and as often as I possibly could.
"It's okay," she said, her voice much kinder sounding than any witch's voice had the right to be. She sounded like someone's grandmother or something.
"I'm sorry," I said again anyway, holding a loaf of bread out to her. She took it, smiled at me, and started to walk away. Probably to go get her cursing equipment ready.
I chased after her, not trying to be annoying, just trying to protect myself. "I really am sorry... I didn't notice you there..." I told her as I struggled to keep up with her ever increasing pace.
"It's all right, dear," she said again, almost jogging now.
"But I am!" I wailed. "I'm really sorry!"
She ignored me, picking up even more speed.
"I..." I started, but never got to finish.
"I said it was okay! Now leave me alone, you stupid little girl!" And then she disappeared into the rain, or perhaps the front door of her house, leaving me standing outside, staring in with a look of absolute horror on my face. I had really ticked her off now. I was doomed.
5 - Home again, home again, jiggity jog
I was still staring after the old woman as I heard a car pull up behind me. I didn't think a whole lot of it, until I realized that it hadn't just driven past me - it had stopped. I turned around, relieved to find Myrtle and Kyrie waiting for me. "Stop staring and get your ass in the car, Aeris," she ordered, and I gladly obliged, sliding exhaustedly onto the seat of the car, not caring about the dirty looks Kyrie was giving me for getting the inside of her car all wet.
"I've been looking all over for you, young lady," Kyrie lectured as she turned the car around, driving it back in the direction I had just been walking away from. "Mom is going to skin you alive, you know..."
I just stared forward, trying not to look into Kyrie's eyes. Was Mom just going to be mad because I hadn't waited for Kyrie at school... Or had she found the note? Had she told Kyrie? Oh God...
Kyrie was silent for a few seconds, and then, in a quieter voice, she asked, "Are you okay, Aeris?" I nodded, still trying not to see her, but catching a glimpse of the worried look on her face out of the corner of my eye.
She was quiet for the rest of the ride, and I didn't make any effort to change that. Maybe it would have been nice to know what to expect when I got home, but I was way too nervous to dare ask. It didn't really matter anyway. I already knew that my life was about to end - I could feel it. I just hoped that it would happen in the least embarrassing way possible.
Myrtle came to a stop before I even realized we were back home. I stared at the handle of my door, building up the courage to get out and face the music.
"Come on, Aeris!" Kyrie called from the front door, sounding like her usual impatient self again.
I got out and dragged myself to the door, and stepped through, almost able to physically feel the changes that were about to occur in my life. I bit my bottom lip nervously, and set out to find my mother.
6 - Changes
She found me first. "Where have you two been? I've been worried sick!" she said, glaring first at me, and then over my shoulder, to Kyrie, who I hadn't even realized had been following me.
I opened my mouth, words tripping over each other as they tried to figure out what order to come out in. Kyrie's voice stopped them all, closing my mouth for me.
"I had some trouble with Myrtle, Mom. I'm sorry." Kyrie stepped forward and hugged Mom, leaving me to stare dumbfounded at her back. What the hell was going on? Had I been thrown into some weird parallel universe somehow?
Mom pulled away, turning to me, still looking angry, but not quite as much so. "Are you okay, honey?" she asked. Quite a popular question, that one. I nodded again, a blush rising to my cheeks as I wondered what she was going to say next, or if she was going to wait, make me admit to the contents of the note on my own.
"You're soaked," she said, as I realized that I was now standing in an ever-increasing puddle of rainwater that was dripping from my clothes. "You'd better go get changed before you catch a cold." She was dismissing me.
I nodded, scampering off to my room to the sound of Mom beginning to berate Kyrie about making me wait out in the rain for her. After everything Kyrie had said to me that day, I should have been happy to know that she was getting what was coming to her, but I couldn't help but feel guilty, since it wasn't really her fault this time.
Lavina was sitting at her desk, legs swinging back and forth as she wrote something in one of her workbooks. She turned to look at our door as she heard my footsteps. For a Moment, she looked as if she were going to dash off, but I could tell that there was something she wanted to tell me, and she wasn't going anywhere until she did.
"Why're you all wet?" she asked as I shut the door, slowly moving over to my dresser and getting out dry clothes.
It felt bad lying to her, even worse than lying to my Mom. She was my little sister, after all; I was supposed to protect her from the evils of the world. But I knew that I couldn't let her know the truth, because she would just tell Mom and get both me and Kyrie in trouble even more.
"Kyrie was late. It's raining out," I said simply.
"Ah." Lavina sounded thoughtful, as if my last sentence held the answers to all the questions in the universe, and she wanted to find them all.
I waited for it, knowing it was coming, as I got changed. Finally, as I was pulling on my last sock, she said it.
"Guess what?"
I didn't have to guess, for once. I knew what this was going to be, and I knew what it had stemmed from. Mom had found my note after all, and she had just been pretending otherwise, as I had suspected, waiting for me to crack. Well, she wouldn't have to wait long. I couldn't stand the pressure any longer...
I headed for the door, going to confess and get it all over with. "Aren't you going to guess?" Lavina asked, sounded disappointed. I didn't answer her, just continued on my way. My hand was on the doorknob, beginning to turn it, when she caved in, telling me what I had feared all along.
At least, that's what I thought she was going to say.
Instead, she said, "Starla wears diapers now."
7 - Mistaken Identity
I froze in my tracks, hand still on the doorknob. Had Vina really just said what I thought she said? But... How? That was -my- note! -I- was the one that was supposed to be in diapers! Not her! How could this have happened...
Suddenly, I remembered the note, remembered looking at it one last time before laying it underneath Mom's pillow. It had seemed like a pretty good note, very nicely written and all... But, unless my memory was playing tricks on me, there was one key problem with it. I had forgotten to sign it.
How could I have been so stupid?! That had to be one of the more idiotic things I had done in a very long time. Starla was going to kill me if she ever found out who the note was really from...
But why would Mom have thought that it was from Starla any more than she would think it was from me, or even Kyrie? And why did Starla let her continue to think that? I -knew- I shouldn't have written the note that neatly... My handwriting is never that good. Must have thrown off Mom's radar.
So much for having the perfect plan. Now my sister was in diapers, and I was still stuck without them, without even my note to explain things to Mom for me. I should have just wet my bed like any normal girl would have done. It would have made things much simpler. I just didn't have the heart for it, I guess... That, and I thought the note would be easier, and less humiliating. Ha! More evidence that I have no idea what I'm talking about!
"A-Are you serious?" I asked finally, my voice returning to me.
"Uh-huh... Weird, huh?" Vina giggled, then went silent, probably turning back to her homework.
Why did these things always happen to me? I could never get anything for myself... One of my sisters always stole everything! How could Starla have done this to me?
A great and terrible revelation came upon me then, striking fear unto the depths of my soul. The old woman. It had to be her fault! She had cursed me for being so annoying, and now I was never going to get into diapers!
8 - Like a bad penny
I sullenly glared at my plate of macaroni and cheese, pushing it around with my fork, only taking a bite every once in a while. Starla was sitting across from me, as always, looking a little embarrassed, but also extremely happy. Lavina would giggle just about every time she looked at her, and Kyrie just ignored all of us "kids," as always, listening to my dad drone on and on about his job at the toothpaste factory.
"Are you sure you're feeling all right, Aeris?" Mom asked from the other side of the table. "You've barely touched your dinner." Macaroni and cheese is by far my favorite food - when we have it, I can usually eat about two plates full of it - no wonder she was worried.
"I feel a little sick," I admitted.
"Well, maybe you should get started on your homework so you can get to bed early, okay?" Normally I would have resisted this idea, but all of the fight was gone - all I could do now was nod, take my plate to the sink, and head off to my room to tackle math once again.
I was back in the dining room all of three seconds later. "Where's my backpack?" I asked frantically, not expecting anyone to know, angry that nobody did. "All of my homework's in there!" I wailed, tears starting to fall down my cheeks. Just when I thought my day couldn't possibly get worse...
"You must have left it at the field," Kyrie said finally, every word telling me just how irresponsible and immature that had been.
"And you didn't notice it was missing?" Mom asked her. Kyrie looked down at her plate. I could still hear anger deep in Mom's voice, and my heart thumped painfully against my chest. It was my fault Mom was so mad at Kyrie... I was just messing up everybody's life today...
To make a long story short, Kyrie ended up driving me back to the softball field, where I found my backpack, lying under then bench, soaking wet and covered in mud. My life had just ended for the third time in less than twelve hours.
9 - A thief in the night
I sat up in bed, peering over at Lavina to make sure she was asleep. "Vina?" I whispered. No answer.
I quietly got out of bed, creeping across the floorboards, heart thumping loudly as I forced my feet to move quietly. I couldn't let Vina... or anyone else, for that matter... to wake up. Then again, I also wasn't the sneakiest person in the world, and also not the quietest.
Pale yellow light lit up one section of the hallway outside of my door, just enough that I could make out the door to the bathroom, and could have made it there without running into anything that might be in between me and it. I wasn't going that way, though. Instead, I headed into the darkness of the opposite direction, running my hand nervously along the wall, trying to find the stairway to the second floor, where Starla and Mom and Dad's rooms were.
I have to admit, I'm not the most coordinated person in the world either. In fact, a lot of the time I can be just plain klutzy. Being in the dark, even in my own home, which you would think I'd know like the back of my hand, didn't help things. Walking up steps? In broad daylight, not the safest of activities. Now? All-but suicide.
The wall suddenly ends. Even though that had been what I was waiting to feel, I was still surprised by it, half losing my balance, but managing to get it back in time to keep myself from falling on my face. I hold my breath for a few seconds, listening to the silence to be sure I hadn't made noise somehow and woken someone up.
I edged my foot onto the first step, wishing my eyes would hurry up and adjust to the darkness. Maybe I should have waited in the hallway a little longer so that they could do that... Oh well. If I had done that, I almost certainly would have lost my nerve and bolted back into bed.
I slid my foot forward, a little quicker than I had meant to, hitting the edge of the next step with my toe. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I forced myself to keep from whimpering, and from kicking the step in retribution, which would have only made things worse anyway.
It must have taken me hours to get to the second floor of the house... Or it seemed to take that long, anyway. But my sister's room was just a few feet away now, a perfectly achievable goal. I was almost finished with my little task.
Starla's door was open just a crack, the gentle, regular sound of breathing just barely audible through it. I pushed it open, praying that she hadn't moved any of the various piles of junk that were always on her floor. I had been in her room enough times, mostly just on principle, since I was banned from being in there most of the time, that I knew where they usually were.
A strand of moonlight found its way into my sister's room from in between her curtains, just enough for me to be able to spot my true destination. I looked at her again, making sure that she at least appeared to be fast asleep, and then stepped around her laundry basket to the package of diapers.
I didn't take the time to see what kind they were, or how big they were. Sure, they might be a little big on me, but there was no way they could be too small if they fit her. I grabbed one, and then dashed out of the room, carefully closing her door most of the way. I breathed a sigh of relief, grinning happily. I had done it!
10 - Math, and other evils
"What's the matter with you?" Ruby whispered from the desk beside me as our math teacher turned his back on us to write a problem on the board. "You've been acting weird all day..."
"Have not!" I insisted, a little louder than I meant to. Mr. Karlin turned to see who was talking, but by that time, me and Ruby were just sitting there, staring forward at him like good little students. He gave me a suspicious look, then went back to writing.
Ruby leaned back across the aisle. "Sure you're not."
I blushed. "Well... Maybe a little. Things at home are kinda... weird..." Not to mention how much I was looking forward to getting home, to my stolen diaper. I hadn't had time to even try it on yet, but I was pretty sure I could find some way to bribe Lavina to stay out of our room for a little while that afternoon.
Mr. Karlin turned around again, and I bolted upright in my seat, giving a little cough so that he would think that all he heard was the symptoms of my ongoing terrible sickness. I -always- ended up catching colds, even when the weather was fairly warm out. Stupid rainstorm...
Well, maybe I'd get lucky and it would get bad enough that Mom would let me stay home. And maybe she would let me stay there without a babysitter this time... After all, I'm almost 12 now! In a few months, anyway.
I would have the whole house to myself... And Starla's diapers, too. Could things possibly get any better than that?
"Would you -please- stop daydreaming, Miss Delaroca?" Mr. Karlin asked me angrily, his glare trying to burn holes in my skull. I blushed deeper, trying to remember what he could have said that might need an answer.
"Sorry," I squeaked, shooting a desperate look at Ruby, hoping she would know if he had asked me something or not. She avoided my eyes, not wanting to be associated with me and my non-paying-attention tendencies. I would have been angry about it if I didn't know that I'd have done the same thing if me and her were in opposite positions. Mr. Karlin could be a scary guy if he wanted to be.
He opened his mouth, probably to shoot laser beams or fire balls or something like that out of it at me, but his watch started beeping, meaning that he had to give out the homework assignments, or he wouldn't have time to before the period ended. I liked the class better before he got the watch... He would always forget about it until half the class was already out in the hallway celebrating another day with no homework.
He closed his mouth, giving me one more dirty look and then turned to write the page numbers on the board. Everybody groaned as they saw how much work he was giving us, and I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that he was giving us twice as much as usual because he was mad at me. Hopefully nobody else thought that... I didn't want to have to worry about having half of the class hating me.
"Close call," Ruby whispered as she stuffed her math book into her backpack. I nodded, doing the same. Maybe I had a lot of homework to do, but at least I hadn't gotten yelled at for daydreaming any more than usual. He didn't even give the "you'd be getting an A in this class if you would just pay attention" speech. Maybe my luck was finally changing.
I believed that for about another three hours, until I got home.
11 - Foiled again
Nothing ever happens quietly at my house, except, of course, burglaries, when performed by master thieves such as myself. I was still pretty impressed with myself for actually pulling that off, and doing it as well as I had. Nobody ever suspected a thing, and now would come my reward. My curiosities would finally be put to rest, as soon as I kicked Vina out.
Even the plans of master criminals can fail, from time to time, especially when other, previously unknown, factors enter into the equation (the one thing that math is good for is that some of its terms make things like that sound much cooler). It's not really the fault of the planner, is it? I think not. Some things can't be predicted, no matter how much thought you put into the plan.
My first indication that this was going to be one of those times when my plan fails miserably was that Lavina wasn't even in our room. I took it as a sign of fortune, though, instead of a sign of pending doom. Foolish, foolish me.
My good mood raised a few notches as I shut and locked the door, tossing my backpack onto my bed, kept moving until I reached Lavina's closet, where I had stashed the diaper that morning, right before getting into the car. Lavina hardly ever bothered actually looking into her closet after she got her clothes for the day out, so I figured it would be safe.
Maybe that was my first major mistake. Assuming things is never safe in this place. Why would it be any different today?
The diaper was gone. I swore, kicking the old blanket I had put on top of it, then quickly began burrowing through Vina's junk, in case I had somehow forgotten where I had hidden it.
I was stopped by Kyrie's overly loud question, "What are you wearing?"
Oh, crap.
Closing the closet door as I left, I dashed into the living room, where I found my youngest and oldest sisters, the former with an inch or two of plastic sticking out from the top of her pants. When she saw me, she shrugged and giggled. Kyrie turned and fixed me with a glare that almost forced me out of the room, but I made myself stay.
"Why are you wearing a diaper, too?" she asked, fixing Vina with a less intense version of the stare she had just unleashed on me. "Did Starla put you up to this?"
Vina had never been as affected by Kyrie as I was. If it had been me, I probably would have been curled up in the corner of the room, whimpering softly and begging her to leave me alone. Vina just shook her head.
"No... I jus' wanted to know what they were like."
Kyrie raised one of her eyebrows. "And?"
Lavina giggled again. "They're comfy."
Kyrie sighed, then turned to look directly at me again. I shrank back, wondering what was going on in that devious mind of hers. "I think your immaturity is rubbing off on the rest of the house," she said finally.
Lavina smiled at me as Kyrie berated me, then tried to look serious again when Kyrie returned to her. "I don't imagine that fits you too well, does it?" She took Vina's hand, and Vina stood up. "Especially not if you put it on yourself," she added as they began walking down the hall towards my room.
"Damn it!" I growled, throwing myself down on the couch to sulk. I bet this sort of thing never happens to real master criminals.
I was still there when Mom showed up over me. I sat up, trying not to look too angry at the world. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked as she sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I shrugged, knowing that if I opened my mouth, she would know instantly I was lying.
Mom must have accepted that, because she let it go, amazingly enough. "So, I hear there's two babies in the house now." I looked up at her in surprise, wondering if she had finally figured out who had really written the note.
"Can I trust you to look after Lavina and Starla when Kyrie isn't around?" I nearly cussed again, but knew that Mom wouldn't be too pleased by that. "You're not going to take your temper out on them if I leave you in charge of them, are you?" I blushed, memories bringing tears to my eyes as I shook my head. I should have known she wouldn't have forgotten that.
I know I hadn't.
I know I hadn't forgiven myself for it, either. Why should I have thought that Mom would have?
"I-I won't lose my temper this time," I said, more honest than I had been in a long, long time. "I promise."
12 - Shooting stars
"You shouldn't play today," Garnet told me, setting her book down beside her on the bleacher. "You don't look well at all."
Funny, that was the same thing Mom had said earlier. "I'm fine," I lied. "I'm not really that sick..."
"I'm gonna tell Coach Ross to let you watch with me," Garnet said, standing up.
"No!" I insisted, trying to push her back onto the bleacher. "I can play... It's not like I'm gonna be doing anything. I'll just be sitting out in left field all day... It's not like anyone ever hits anything out there."
I tried to act tough, like there's no reason for her to be worried about me, but it's hard to act tough when you have to look up to see someone's eyes. She caved in finally, though, and sat back down. "You be careful out there," she warned.
"I always am," I said with a giggle, then hurried off as I heard Coach Ross shouting for me. Ruby and Pearl tried to get me to sit out for the day, too, but I just fled to my sanctuary in left field, glad that they didn't try to follow me.
I honestly didn't feel all that bad. Sure, I was still feeling a little sick, but I had never gotten as sick as I had feared. Though, if Mom would have let me, I would have been happy to skip school. But no, she had just said that maybe I shouldn't play softball. Yeah, right. If I had to go to classes, there was no way I wasn't going to play, too. It was fun, even if I didn't do anything more than sit and think.
Today's topic of plotting was, as always for the past few days, how to get myself into diapers. Two of my sisters had already stolen my past few ideas right from under my nose. They both seemed to be having a good old time, living out my fantasy, while I, for once, was the big sister. I didn't really mind it, though. It was nice to be in charge for once, and, for the most part, they actually listened to me. But still, I was the one that had wanted to try diapers in the first place, and I still hadn't gotten the chance.
I should have tried to snatch one of Lavina's while they were still in our room - they would have worked much better than Starla's, and they were right there. But no, I had to procrastinate, and now they were kept in the sewing room, where absolutely no sewing, as far as I knew, ever took place. There was, however, a changing table there, newly built by Dad for his once-again baby girls. It was really nice, too. I just wished I could use it for something other than changing my sisters' diapers.
Unfortunately, sneaking into the sewing room was all but impossible. It was right next to my parents' room, and the door squeaked just enough that they would be sure to notice it, should I attempt to open it in the middle of the night. Or any other time, for that matter. And if it was some other time, it would be all but impossible to get back down to my room without someone noticing me.
I looked down at my watch, amazed to see that practice was already almost over. Time flies when you're having fun, or daydreaming. I still didn't have a plan for getting my own diapers, but at least...
Garnet was shouting something, but I wasn't sure exactly what. Maybe one of the twins had hit a home run. Then again, that didn't exactly fit in with the type of shouting she was doing. I sat up, not remembering having laid down. Had I fallen asleep again? That might explain why I was feeling so drowsy...
Something told me I should look up, though I don't know what. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
There was something falling from the sky. A shooting star, maybe? No, they were probably brighter...
I stared at it stupidly for a split second, and then it slams into my head, knocking me back to the ground as pain exploded in my head, and I discovered that stars really do appear in front of peoples' eyes after they get hit in the head.
The world seems to go blurry. Am I dying? Is that why the past few weeks of my life are flashing by in my head?
Shapes that seem to be people are gathering around me now, but they're being blotted out by darkness. Garnet's voice sounds so far away...
"Go call her parents," she says, or at least I think that's what she's saying. She kneels down in front of my face. "Aeris, are you okay?"
I make what will probably be my last mistake, and sit up. The darkness slams into me like a brick wall, and I fall, down and away.
13 - Celestial Punishments
"What is going on in here?" the Mom in my memory asked, storming into my room. I don't even bother looking up from my tear stained pillow. "Aeris?"
I raise my head finally, sniffling softly. "I-I'm sorry," I say quietly, not sure if that will be enough. "I didn't mean to yell at her..."
Mom sat on the edge of my bed, and I scooted over next to her. "You have to learn to control your temper, honey." She brushed a strand of hair out of my face, trailed her fingers along the side of my face. "It's going to get you in a lot of trouble one day."
"I'm sorry," I said again.
She looked into my eyes, saw that I was being serious, and nodded. "All right. Just don't do it again, okay? Leave that sort of thing to me." I give her a crooked smile as she gets up.
Vina came back in a few minutes later, eyeing me cautiously. I remember feeling angry at her for going to tattle on me, and for almost getting me in serious trouble. After that, I'm not really sure what happened.
The next thing I knew, I was standing over her, pain beginning to gather in my knuckles. She was crying again, but this time the reason for it was obvious. Blood was pouring out of her nose, onto the carpet. I gasped, backing away, eyes wide. What had I done? She looked so small, so fragile, lying there, crying and bleeding.
And I had done it. I was the one who had made her cry, again. I was the one who had hit her. I had hurt my little sister, in a way I never had before, and never wanted to again.
I was a monster. A horrible, horrible monster...
What am I talking about? I still am a monster. I just try to hide it better.
This must be why this is happening... God is punishing me for hitting my little sister. Why else would this have happened so soon afterwards? Nobody ever hits any balls far enough to reach me. That in itself must have taken a miracle. For it to manage to hit me right in the head as I was sitting up probably took another one.
You'd think God would have some better way to use His miracles, but I guess He had a few spare ones, and decided to teach me a lesson in beating up helpless things, in this case, me.
I saw light, felt a sensation almost like my eyes opening, though I knew that it wasn't quite the same thing.
"She's waking up," Garnet said.
No I'm not... I've been smitten by the hand of God...
"Aeris? Aeris, can you hear me?" she asks, looking into my half-opened eyes.
"Lemme go back to sleep," I mumble, not sure where exactly that came from.
"Kyrie'll be here in a few minutes, sweetie, and your parents will meet you at the hospital." I start to close my eyes again, not really caring about whatever she's babbling about. I'm not going to a hospital... I don't think God would like His work being interfered with.
14 - Not-So-Celestial
"How could you have been so irresponsible?!" I hear, but, for once, it's not being directed at me, but at my oh-so-mature big sister. I'm supposed to be asleep, but the painkillers haven't kicked in yet.
"How was I supposed to know that she tried to catch a softball with her head? It's not my fault she wasn't paying attention."
I would feel mad at her for that, but I knew that all of this was my fault. Not Kyrie's, not Coach Ross's, and definitely not poor Pearl's. She called me about fifteen minutes ago, on the verge of tears, begging me to forgive her for hitting the ball. I told her she was a really good batter.
"You -did- know that she wasn't feeling well today!" Mom sounds particularly furious now. Strange... A few minutes ago, as she was tucking me into bed, she had been the gentlest I've seen her in a long time.
"And that means that I can't spend a few minutes with my friends?" Kyrie sounds almost equally angry, but I'm pretty sure that a lot of that anger is directed at herself. She had apologized for almost five minutes straight when I had finally woken up again.
"It's your job to pick your sister up after softball practice. This is the second time this has happened in the past couple of weeks." Dad finally spoke, but he didn't sound a whole lot different from usual. He's pretty good at hiding his emotions, if he actually has any.
"We're starting to wonder if we can trust you with this," Mom says, her voice a little calmer.
"Then why don't you just put me back in diapers, too? You sure you can trust me to go to the bathroom on my own?" Kyrie wasn't being serious, but the pause that occurred after her words seemed to be. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
No way... They wouldn't....
"That's a very good idea, Kyrie," Mom says. "It's certainly a better punishment than anything I thought of."
But... They... She... No! No, no, no! This was all wrong. I'm supposed to be the one in diapers, but now I'm the only person -not-! It just isn't fair...
15 - The Order of the Universe is Restored
"You awake?"
I grumble and roll over.
"Aeris, wake up."
"Dun' wanna," I mumble, hugging Cid tighter to my chest and beginning to curl up under my blankets.
A sigh. Hands slip underneath me, and a moment later, I'm being lifted up, my blanket slipping off of me, though I manage to keep ahold of my penguin. My eyes open slowly, my sight blurry at first, like it always is right after I wake up.
"What're you doin?" I ask, considering whether I should try to get loose or not. Probably not. Kyrie may still feel guilty about the softball incident, but somehow I get the feeling that she wouldn't think twice about dropping me if I became too hard to carry.
"I thought you were asleep." When its apparent that that's the only response I'm getting, I shrug, closing my eyes again. It's not like I can stop her anyway. I can't hear the crinkling that indicates she's wearing her diaper, so she's probably taken it off, and is about to do something that she'll use against me to keep me from telling Mom and Dad that she disobeyed their punishment.
She pauses for a second, and I hear her kick a door open. It swings open with a squeak, and then a soft crash as it hits the wall. She curses under her breath, but keeps going, until she sets me down on something soft, but with a slightly plastic feel and sound.
My eyes open again, much quicker this time. "What are you doing?"
Kyrie smiles at me as she begins to slowly pull my pajama pants down and off my legs. "I think you can figure that one out on your own. You're not quite -that- stupid."
I stick my tongue out at her, then start to sit up, in a token struggle. This is probably her way of getting back at me for landing her in diapers, and for being the one "in charge" of her whenever our parents are gone, like today. I know that she's really the one in charge, since she's the one who cooks and can still boss me around in some things, but Mom and Dad thought I would like having at least a bit of an illusion of being in charge.
And I do.
Kyrie pushes me back down onto the surface of the changing table. "Don't make me get out the duct tape, sis."
I try to glare at her, but my heart isn't in it. I'm not even sure my heart is still in my chest. It feels like it's trying to break out, it's beating so hard. It's finally happening...
Kyrie grabs the top of my panties and pulls them off, too. "Y-You're gonna get in trouble," I tell her, hoping she can't tell that there's no way I'd ever tell on her for this.
"Oh, shut up," she says, grabbing a baby bottle from the shelf of the changing table and shoving it into my mouth. It turned out to be full of apple juice which, while not my favorite, isn't the worst thing I can imagine being forced to drink. When I don't do anything, she growls, "Drink it or I'll set that stupid penguin of yours on fire." I quickly set Cid down, giving Kyrie a dirty look as I grabbed the bottle.
Kyrie pulls a diaper out now, lifting my legs and setting it under me. I give her a dirty look from around the bottle. "Oh, for God's sake, stop pretending, Aeris," she says finally. "You think I don't know who wrote that note? Or how Vina managed to get that diaper without anyone noticing?"
I nearly choke on the juice before thinking of taking the bottle out of my mouth. "B-But why..?"
"Why didn't I tell Mom?" Kyrie smiles, rubbing baby oil into my diaper area. "Because I knew Vina and Starla wanted to try this just as much as you, but neither of them were brave enough to even do what you did. But when the opportunity presented itself, they were willing to take credit for it."
She began sprinkling baby powder as I began drinking from my bottle again, shocked and a little confused. "And I didn't think you deserved to get to try this, after what you did to Lavina." She smiles at me again, but she looks sad this time. "But now... I think you should have a chance."
She pulls the front of the diaper up, and then quickly tapes it closed, sealing me within my fantasy at last. She lifts me down, setting me on the floor and handing me Cid again, who I take with one hand, still holding the bottle with my other.
"There ya go," she says, sounding satisfied. "How's that?" She pats me on the bottom, which gives off a satisfying crinkling sound. The mirror across the room shows me in all my diapered glory, except for the top few inches, which is all my nightshirt covers. I have to say, I look pretty cute.
"It's..."
16 - The problem with fantasies
I don't know how to finish that statement. I feel happy that my fantasy is finally being fulfilled, but I can't help thinking that this isn't what I had hoped for. I squirm a little, but the diaper moves with me, crinkling all the way. It feels like the diaper is pressing in on me from all around, almost like a prison.
"...okay," I say finally. Maybe it's something that takes some getting used to. After all, I've been wearing panties for a long time now. Obviously, a diaper would be a completely different sensation. I just thought it would be one that I would enjoy more from the moment I had one on.
Kyrie smiles, then bends down and picks me up again, one hand on my diapered bottom. "Where're we going?" I ask, starting to feel worried again.
"Shh... Don't ask questions, Aeris." Kyrie carries me back down the stairs, and into the surprisingly empty kitchen, where she sets me down on a chair and heads over to the stove.
"Where's Vina?" I start to get up, not wanting to shirk my duties as a babysitter. "And Starla? Are they still in bed?"
"They're at friends' houses," Kyrie says calmly. "Now sit back down before I come over there and spank you." I sit down quickly. "This is your day. I thought you'd enjoy it more alone."
A bowl of oatmeal swirled with cinnamon is set down on the table in front of me. I stare at it with distaste. "I know you don't like it, but it's all we had that seemed babyish." Kyrie shrugs, and then takes my bottle, setting it down beside the oatmeal, and ties a pink bib around my neck. "Now open wide..."
I obediently open my mouth, feeling a little apprehensive. I don't like oatmeal in the best of times, and this doesn't qualify as one of those.
I nearly gag as she stuffs the spoon into my mouth, not nearly as gently as she would have if I were really a baby. I feel like I'm starting to choke, and cough, accidentally spitting oatmeal all over my sister's shirt.
For a second, I think Kyrie's going to slap me, but she calms herself down, and settles on just saying, "Oh, grow up, Aeris. It's not that bad."
"I'm sorry," I say as she goes over to the sink and starts washing off her shirt. "I-I didn't..."
"Shut up," Kyrie commands. "How about a Pop Tart?"
17 - Shattered dreams
I have to say, this isn't quite what I've been imagining for the past few years. Sitting in the kitchen in a diaper that makes too much noise and is starting to feel hot and clammy, munching on a strawberry Pop Tart as my sister furiously scrubs her shirt, probably plotting new and exciting ways to make my life miserable.
Unfortunately, I seem to be doing a pretty good job of that myself. Why had I been wanting this for so long? What could I have possibly thought it would be like?
I'm supposed to be happy beyond belief right now. That's just the way it should be.
I take another melancholy bite of my breakfast, wondering if after a while I'll get used to all this, and start enjoying it like I should be. The only answer I get is from my aching bladder, which is used to having been emptied by the time I've been up this long.
I glance over at Kyrie, but I know that she won't be helping me. This is what I wanted, after all, and she went through a lot of planning to get it for me. But now that I have it, I wish I didn't. I must never have given any thought to just what a diaper is used for, at least not when I was fantasizing about them. Now, the thought of actually using it just seems icky.
I wiggle in my seat, but I've neglected it for too long, and my bladder begins to relieve itself despite my attempts to stop it. Warmth slowly spreads through the thick padding between my legs for a second or two before being soaked up. Just as I think the worst is over, and I allow myself to relax a little, the remaining contents of my bladder flood the diaper. The warm wetness sticks around a little longer this time, leaving the padding squishily uncomfortable.
I start to squirm even more, just making the sensation worse, tears starting to come to my eyes. All of my scheming, all the worrying, all of my plans gone awry, for -this-?
I don't realize that I've gone beyond simple crying to all out bawling until Kyrie is back beside me. "What's wrong? Is it your head?"
"N-No," I manage to say, just barely. I see her line of sight moving lower, until it reaches my obviously soaked diaper.
She smiles. "What's the matter, baby? Need a change, dontcha?"
"Pl-Please... I don't want this anymore," I beg, looking up at her with my most pitiful expression.
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"Aww, doesn't baby like her wet diapers? This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I nod miserably, start to try and explain that I hadn't know what this was really like, but she stops me. "Now you know what I have to go through."
I glance up in horror, my stomach dropping away like a fifty-ton rock. She's going to make me stay like this, trapped in diapers, for at least the rest of the day. She'll probably even tell Mom and Dad, get me put into them full time.
And then she reaches out, wiping the tears away from my eyes. "Come on, let's get you changed." She picks me up gently, and I wrap my arms around her neck, burying my face in her shoulder, letting the last of my tears soak into her T-shirt.
Requiem.Redefinition
"Aeris!" Lavina whines, for what seems like the millionth time.
I roll my eyes, trying hard not to think about how like Kyrie that makes me look, and feel. "What is it this time, Vina?"
She looks down at the floor, blushing. I sigh loudly and dramatically. "Again? You're like a leaky faucet!" She giggles, and I can't help but copy her. "Go on, up to the changing room." She smiles at me, and then scampers from our room.
I get up to follow, pausing at the doorway to watch her retreating, heavily padded, backside. A few weeks ago, I would have given anything to be in her position.
Now?
Now, I know what I really want, what really makes me happy.
Lavina looking at me, treating me like I'm a real big sister, and not because of something awful I did to her.
Starla, finally having a little respect for me, her "babysitter", even if she still tries to act like she doesn't when Kyrie is around.
Kyrie. Even though she still takes joy in telling me how immature I tend to act, I can tell that she recognizes that I'm doing my best. And that she's proud of me for it, somewhere deep in that strange little brain of hers.
Maybe I'm not cut out to be a baby; I'm too used to being helpless. But being a babysitter... That, I can handle.
Power can be a wonderful thing.
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