Post by YULIYA DUKHKIN' on Jul 22, 2012 19:22:44 GMT -4
So here's a place to show off what you produced on that one day that everything was going well and you just couldn't stop typing. Although quality is better than quantity, everyone's at least a little bit proud of their longest post ever. So let's show off.
My longest post was an Amri post. To set the scene he and Yuliya go to an art college, he's in her dorm with her room mate and Yuliya has just fallen asleep. (It's practically all dialogue) 1009 words.
My longest post was an Amri post. To set the scene he and Yuliya go to an art college, he's in her dorm with her room mate and Yuliya has just fallen asleep. (It's practically all dialogue) 1009 words.
He smiled as she climbed into bed. Would she ever know just how much that smile meant to him? It didn't matter...no, not as long as it meant something to him.
He pulled his guitar down and started strumming the words to a lullaby, and then he began to sing in his soft tenor voice.
"Can you hear the night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when
you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when
you close your eyes
I will come to you"
He couldn't believe it, but by the end of the song, her eyes were closed and her chest was rising gently up and down. ...she was asleep, and since she had taken the pills, she wouldn't wake up for eight hours, no matter how loud things got. That was perfect. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, feeling almost like he was a father instead of a brother...but no, his father had never been there for her. He'd sent her to Ukraine...he'd sent her the pills he was supposed to give her.
He put the guitar down gently, but as he stood up, anger pulsed through him. He ripped the bottle of pills from his pocket and threw them against the wall. "Why the hell should I give these to her?" he shouted, realizing that Ashlyn was still in the room. He calmed for a moment, and sat back down on Yuliya's bed.
"Can't believe she's asleep...she has insomnia you know? Doctors said she's a mutt of mental disorders. Insomnia was just the icing on the cake. Autism is obviously her most prominent feature, then there's her social anxiety, her obsessive compulsive disorder, and her borderline personality disorder. Life sure gave her some hand. I never noticed though, she was just my baby sister. I mean, how would my parents have explained that to me? Hey Amri, your little sister's crazy. I thought she was normal, I'm probably the only person in the world who does. And what's wrong with that? I was never bitter that all my parent's attention went to her, never noticed that our house was always full of psychologists. She was different from me, but that didn't mean she was bad or wrong. I beat up kids who made fun of her, made sure she got out of the house sometimes, played games with her...When they sent her away to live with our grandmother because they didn't know what else to do with her...I didn't understand. There was nothing wrong with my baby sister. And I'm not kidding myself, I know what day I started drinking, the same day I got Luna here, the same day she got Apollo...the day she left. The day my parents thought getting us dogs would make up for the fact that I wouldn't see her for six fucking years! How the hell is that supposed to be a replacement? Then they started paying attention to me, they realized that I was dumb as fuck. But I didn't care, at that point I was drinking all the time. I can forgive them for not noticing I didn't do good in school until I was in high school, but I can't forgive them for sending her away cause she was a problem without an answer.
And now she's back, and we're in the same school again. I can't tell if she's gotten better or worse. People take advantage of her cause she's slow to react. They treat her like she's dumb when she's the smartest person I know. I sure as hell wish she wasn't pretty, sure, her eyes are about the size of dinner plates but she looks like some exotic alien. Anytime a guy even looks at her I flip his shit, and it's not just cause I'm the protective older brother. She wouldn't know what to do, they'd do whatever they wanted. She's be scared and confused but think that's what being social is supposed to be. I can't trust anyone else to be the person to teach her how to live when she's not by herself. She gives me her wide eyes and asks me 'Should I say hi to that person?' 'Do I have to touch their hand?' She has the funniest sense of humor, she does: 'Do you know why dogs walk on four legs?' 'Why?' 'Because they have four legs.' She cracks me up...she just tries so hard. She's like an alien trying to learn the way humans work, but maybe she shouldn't bother, maybe things were perfect on her home planet and she's ruining herself by trying to be like us. She idolizes me, all she wants to do is make me proud. She thinks I act the way I do because I'm brave, she thinks I go through what she goe through and the only difference is that I succeed. I don't act the way I do because I'm a hero! I do what's easy for me! I wish for one fucking day society would let her do what was easy for her. This world would break if it was full of people like me, dumb fucks who can carry a conversation. So what if she doesn't want to talk to people? Her writing could change the world, her love for animals could change the world, the things she notices that no one else does could change the world. I will be the end of any person who tells me my baby sister needs to be fixed. I'm the person in the world who knows her best, and I know she's perfect the way she is."
