I came accross the following story by accident. Meghan, it seems, has been exploring her story telling talents. She has agreed to me posting this on the blog and I have encouraged her to create her own blog spot as a means to share her poems and stories.
The following is unedited, written by Meghan Vatblé.
The Falling Sisters
As usual Nora and Daisy, the terrible twins, fell asleep watching ‘the classics’. It went on like that for years; you could almost say that it was a tradition for the twins every Sunday. They were close, very close; they told each other everything everyday of their miserable lives. You may wonder why I say ‘miserable’ and this is because they were adopted into a pretend to be good family. Holly and Mark always wanted a family with two girls, well that’s what they got, but that’s not what the twins got. They were two years old when the Jaemins collected Nora and Daisy, they were old enough to know that the Jaemins were not a good future holder for them, but they had no say and that was the beginning of their journey.
Tring, tring, Nora awoke to the phone ringing but that’s not all that woke her,” Daisy, Daisy wake up, Mark and Holly are fighting again! Daisy,” Nora’s heart sank, the screams became clearer and louder, it was Daisy’s screams that Nora had recognised! She rose to her feet as fast as she could, there was no time to dress herself in her dressing gown, she had to hurry. Half way down the hallway the screams of terror stopped, one last screetch and then it ended!
“Daisy, wait, I’m coming!”
She stopped at the doorway and carefully stepped in, as low as her heart was it sank even lower. Tears streamed down her face as she saw Daisy and her helpless body lying on the cold wooden floor.
“What are you looking at?” a voice from around the corner yelled,
“Um, nothing sir, just here to collect Daisy.” she replied
Was this it? Was she going to become Mark’s next victim? He deepened his already deep voice and came closer to her. “You will leave her here all week, this is her punishment”, she couldn’t bear the thought of just leaving her there to wilt like a summer flower grown in winter. So she snapped back incautiously and much too foolishly for his liking, “No! She is already sick and I simply can’t do this to the only person in this house that I love!” this was definitely it, but before she could apologize she was lying on the floor unconscious shivering like a she was in Antarctica.
The morning son flickered brightly on Nora’s back, as the branches waved back and forth blocking out then letting the sun in. She slowly raised to her feet and looked anxiously around. As she trudged down the hard staircase she saw what she had been waiting for her whole life! Mark and Holly had left a $200 cheque on the table and walked out the door! Out the door, out of the home and out of the twins lives forever!
Nora’s face shone in the light, but most of all the bruises stood out. It was clear to Daisy that Nora didn’t try to cover it up. Daisy admired Nora for her confidence in herself, to believe that it did not matter how bad it looked, as long as the world could see what a mess they were, was a big load to carry. Nora turned her face away from the light as she closed the heavy door, her shattered face and discontent eyes appeared on Daisy’s face. For an unsusal reason she could see that Nora was not at all pleased with the morning’s events. When daisy looked closer, she saw that there were so many tears coming down from Nora’s face that it had formed a path in which all the tears came down. “They’re gone”, she proclaimed.