Chapter 1
I can't think about this anymore there is no one else to say what I am thinking about this is going to distress everybody.
Did they did they not?
Do you think to feel we are an ordinary normal family?
Sibling rivalry and then it has turned to crime? What did they do? Enslavement and stealing and what else? They did not do anything else. Except for this and that. I swapped lives and we did swapping to see justice done to our younger selves.
Daylight robbery?
Never swap your life with anybody. It is bad it leads to crime and there is no reward except that someone has to die. They dine on you they mark you they do not even respect who you are. Then they allow you to go down in a swamp and wallow in what should have been nothing but dust.
Dead and dead and got into a mess. Then what did it matter to me and them but that ideology went down in smoke?
I aimed high when young and everyone pulled me down. It seemed to give them so much pleasure.
Mostly they creep at night in darker places and do what they want to do. My sisters are so cruel they did it for me. Families do it to each other. I know what else can they do.
"Hello, the psychologist I am a human being. They hurt my feelings."
"Have some respect for the psychologist."
What is it about?
"Sibling rivalry."
"Is it?"
Normal thoughts say that but remember my sisters did not have a normal upbringing I brought them up with a mother add to that a schizophrenic dad and they have now nothing but madness to inherit.
Zeks disliked and hated feared to go out. Soon dad began to drag her to go out eventually he would hurt her injure her to take her out for a ride with him.
"She had agoraphobia."
"What is that doctor"?
"It is a disease fear to go out." He was a man whose English was perfect but when he spoke to us his English became like Pidgeon English.
"No don't shout at her do not do that."
"I want her to go out."
"She cannot. Don't you see you will kill her?" I was a teenager and did not know everything.
"It might be a good thing." Said, dad.
"She is doing it on purpose." He did not understand and that is when he injured her so badly that she went mad too. He humiliated her humbled and forced her to go out. She just did not feel right or think right and knew she would get even with him.
"I am not sorry for thinking like that."
"If you do so again you will be dead." Said mother and my sisters were doing their homework making their lives pleasant and appearing to not see they would toss their heads and go out for a walk. Their pocket money in check and they were okay.
Me included I am most upset and unsettled as my means and selfish life is coming to an end. I did not pay rent that was what the siblings said they worked me to death that was part of the deal because they said I had to pay to be taken back into the family when I became an outcast without a home.
For a middling class being a homeless person is the worse possible outcome of a promising life.
They were satisfied when I returned that I was subdued and would work and work harder to make them richer than Midas the thing was never could.
"Look you promised."
"I promised nothing."
"You were out in the streets with all the male people roaming too. You were living like a wild cat. Making out in there here and everywhere."
"We live in no such unhealthy circumstances."
"We do everything in the home where there is nothing wrong with us. We got husbands and we would never live outside it is wrong to be out there."
"I am in love with you."
"Shush that is absurd why would you be?"
"Because we need wives."
"We do?" I asked very into all that.
"The world suddenly made sense to me as well as o them. They had to leave home. The house was not big enough for mother or us.
We behaved well towards each other I waited for them to grow and found out they had boyfriends and that made me soon realize that the days were shortening. Life is fleeting that is what mattered to me. That I had to grab whatever was out there.
I was loafing we had to move it otherwise I would end up serving them as well as all the customers in the cafe.
Auntie helped me.
Auntie is the horror one who helps herself and her nieces and kills their parents in order to devour the girls. Look she is no such thing. She is.
Bisexual incestuous arsonist.
"No."
"Off she is never that?"
"Off she is."
The thing was the cafe?
She wanted it.
"It was never our cafe we had a lease on it about to expire.
"Mad people do not own property." Said auntie justification writ on her face.
"He did not tell the bank manager. He was mad."
"So he lied?"
"Well yes, he did it was done out of love."
"You went lived on the streets in a hostel we are very shocked." Sighed the siblings who were respectable whores. They just asked for it. Auntie was never perfect but expected perfection.
"We loved you as a member we only asked you to marry the father. My father would have taken care of you and we would have had a nice life." Said Z.
"Mother was dead."
"We did not tell you."
"You had to replace her."
"I would have become a good kind woman with you as a mother." Said Z. "I would have been a better woman."
"Now we will kill you and kick you around until there is no one else to share you with us."
"You will never survive without us."
"The things we put up with because you denied us that. We would have been in clover."
The buzz swept along inside me. I weep now trying to think about all sorts of stuffy nonsense. I am thrown into the workload doing the work without the benefits.
"Slave."
And then there is nothing left.
"We are people with houses homes and families we have good jobs thanks to educating ourselves. We behave accordingly. Move on."
Throw her side to side we behaved well towards you. Made you into something that believed in your abilities.
Something inside me died.
I exchanged my life for theirs. No rewards at all. Only blamed for not giving more.
I am inside this head. Everyone wants to bite it off.
That I became a victim because no one was healthy.
My would-be mother groomed them into such thoughts a woman without a home is dispossessed and homeless. She would look down on me meaning homeless she is homeless. Therefore easy prey.
"Whore." She said and arms akimbo nearly closed the door.
Worthless trampled.
Some make money out of exchanging their lives and some get trodden on.
It is very sinister is it not? Fidel just shrugged it off mated with her and said one wife is like another and this one is younger although minus one leg.
But it is not true, is it? He had eventually no one to argue with to side with him to make a mockery of love truly.
His angelic daughter was to blame. Z saw her dad as an icon. Her argument lingered in the air.
"I can't your father," I told Z. She said I had rejected her as well.
"Continue." She said.
A period of adjustment had to be made. The girls were making sure that dad had a new wife and a new life. We had to give him a perfect life.
I did my best for you all.
"Yes." They are for some reason very unreasonable.
"You are doing it all wrong?"
No one knows there are all the glimpses but never the real issues one has to deal with to fear. Evil is evil.
"What about parents?"
Frankenstein was alerted by the electricity we give out that much. We get alerted by the facts of a situation. Facts that make us cry laugh or indignant we become not grovellers but killers and violent. Our violence brings in disorder than more the same. We are mutants.
"They got it all wrong."
"Don't speak to me ever again."
"The whole thing is a practical joke?"
"Your sisters are madams?"
"Now they are dealing."
"What next?"
"We have turned to crime."
