I remember the first time like it was yesterday. The sun shined down on me and my sister mirinda, as we ran through the green, always cut perfect grass in the backyard. We were five year old twins, chasing each other with squirt guns. Our mother, Visha, was in the house doing work as she always was.
I imagined my sister floating in the air, and next thing I know she was being lifted off the ground. I yelled for Visha to come look at what I did. I was so proud of myself. I had my sister 4 feet off the ground without even touching her. That's nothing compared to what I can do now, but I was excited. Mother came out, and the look on her face was enraged. She ran towards me, and before my child brain could process it. I was on the ground with a wail in pain, and a sting that grew stronger as the seconds passed, felt like a thousand needles in my cheek. I heard my sister drop with a thud. My mother ran over to her, took her into the house, closing the sliding glass door, leaving me outside. I was left to cry, and wonder what I did wrong.
After what felt like hours, I tried to open the sliding glass door, but it was locked. Panic ran through me, as I thought about what my mother warned me about being outside when it was dark, and what happens to little girls who get kidnapped. I started to shake, in fear that I'd be one of them. I knocked on the door a few times.
"Mommy, please. Don't leave me out here!" My knocks turned into banging. The sound of the glass wobbling, I didn't want to break it.
"I didn't mean to, I won't do it again. Please let me in." I begged.
I turned around to see the sun was setting. I slid down the door to the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs. The wood porch was cooling down, so it didnt burn my bare feet anymore.
I don't know how long I was sitting there. I thought I was gonna have to sleep outside, and I was starving. Until, mirinda tapped on the window. I looked behind me at her sympathetic eyes. She put her finger over her lips, warning me to stay quiet. I stood up as she opened the door.
"We have to be quiet, she's sleeping, I can hear her snoring."
"She fell asleep.." My heart dropped, she really was going to leave me out here.
"Mommy kept mumbling about you, something about the powers skipping her and me, but I don't know. I'm sorry she hit you."
We tiptoed up the oak floored stairs. The pictures of me on that once flowed with the rest of the pictures of us, were gone, just blank spaces inbetween.
Once we got to our room, I laid in my bed crying. That's all I did all night until the crickets went silent, and the birds started to chirp. The sun shined through the pink drapes over the bay window with a reading book.
I heard the shower, for some reason I hopped out of bed. I had a feeling she wanted to find me still outside.
I quietly made my way down the stairs and out the back door. I laid down on the porch in a ball.
"Get up ." Mother kicked me in the back, towering over me with a disturbed look on her face.
I did as I was told, I stood there with my head down.
"Look me in the eye," she grabbed my face forcing me to look at her, "you will never do whatever that was yesterday again or else next time will be much worse than being left outside."
I would do good for about a week at a time before I was in trouble again. Everytime I did magic the punishments got worse.
She made me wall sit for 3-6 hours several times as punishment, stand infront of a wall while she threw knives at me (stabbing me 5 times and leaving cuts on me countless times in my lifetime), kneel on a cane as I recited revelations from the bible repeatedly until my knees were bruised.
She never told me why it was so bad, but she made my life a living hell for it.
By 10 years old I was basically separated from the family activities and normal things like dinner. I had to make dinner, server them, clean up dinner, then I would make myself something to eat. All while being watched on surveillance to be sure I dont poison them or use magic to get it done.
I was not aloud to go anywhere with them. If I went anywhere, it was walking to the store to pick up things that Visha and my sister asked for. She had a tracker placed in my hand by some veterinarian. She paid him a pretty penny cause its illegal. This was done with no numbing and no putting me to sleep. It was raw pain. Another punishment.
After a while Mirinda stopped being nice to me when mother wasn't around. I can't blame her Visha had her thinking just like her. She would tell me that I was the devil, that I wasn't her sister. She would treat me like a maid. She would hit me if I messed anything up. She had me washing her clothes, cleaning her room, and doing her homework. She gave me the ultimatum of either I do as she says or she'll tell Visha that I had been doing magic.
When I was 15 I was just finishing my incredibly long list of chores, when this excruciating pain vibrating throughout my body. I ran to my room and put a chair infront of my door to keep it closed.
The pain got worse my nails turned into claws. I grabbed a pillow covering my face so I could scream.
I bit down on the pillow, tears streaming down my face. My bones began to snap, the cracks echoed through the room. The pain got so bad, everything went black. I passed out on the floor.
When I woke up I was hot I felt like I was burning from the inside.
I looked around me. "Why does everything look so weird?" Almost everything was black and white, besides my blue pillow. I stood up, took a deep breath, and looked back at myself.
"What in the fuck!" I turned around in circles trying to look at myself, falling on my side. This is going take some getting used to.
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