I hate this story. i cannot believe i wrote this. I LOVE this scene. Only I could find a way to twist it into this. I have ruined this part of the episode for me. I'm so sorry if I did for you. You have every right to hate me if you so please to. And with that warning, decided whether you still want to read the story or not. The curiosity is probably very tempting right now. If you do decide to read it, please enjoy.

I hate the sound of my sister crying. I hate it more than Cartman. More than Cuthulu. Her tears pelted me like acid rain, no matter where she was.

It had woken me up from my sleep, and forcing me to do something about it. Right now I couldn't hear her though the stiff wall of our new home, and still my ears burned like someone had lit them aflame. Honestly, I would prefer death then this deathless torture.

But I couldn't do anything about it for good. But at least I could do something. Sighing, I got out of bed and pulled out some black and navy clothes from beneath my mattress. Sleeping in my underwear made it easy to put on my Mysterion costume quickly.

I climbed out the window easily, though it being dark and me being tired, I still managed to open the window from outside the house and hang on the windowsill until she noticed me. God, how long would I have to wait?

"Oh, it's you." She smiled. Oh the joy of a child smiling. Yeah… If only I could see it IN MY DREAMS! I, of course, said nothing in return. "I was wondering when you would appear. You always come when I'm sad."

And this girl was sad a LOT. I mean a lot lot. Seriously. I wasn't even this sad, and I had some shit to be sad about! What's her excuse? I CAN'T DIE!

"You are going to be alright, Karen. You have to keep believing that." I began calmly.

"Why did my mommy and daddy go to jail?" How do I put this in a way you'll understand… 'THEY'RE DRUNKEN ASSHOLES WHO ARE A HUGE WASTE OF SPACE AND DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE WORST!'

"Sometimes… People do stupid things. Sometimes they don't realize what should've come first. Until it's too late.

"But I'm all alone now!"

"You are not alone. I am here. No matter where you go, No matter what you do, I will always be here. Do you understand?" I'll have to find you eventually, unless I want one hell of a migraine.

"I'll try, Guardian Angel." Try? It's not that hard a concept to grasp, Karen. Really.

"Don't try, Karen, do." Before she could reply again with another question or simple answer, the lights flickered on and our new 'dad' started speaking some stupid agnostic phrase. I used this chance to climb back to the boys room.

There is without a doubt that Karen will cry again tomorrow night. This was a tough time we were going though, and the new school wasn't helping. She hated it, and has cried every night this week. It was awful.

Even with our old house and family, she still cried at least once a week, it was exhausting to her needs every time she feels down. There is no way I can keep up with her. She was so dramatic, and her drama hurts me every time it happens. I can't let this keep happening.

One day, I swear, I'm going to kill my sister.

I warned you, didn't I? I'm sorry if you hated it. Or maybe I set you up for something big earlier, and now you're disappointed? Well, maybe. Just remember. It could always be worse. Always.