Look After You
"Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet."
- Vietnamese proverb
Ever since birth, she was already set to fit into the mold. A perfect child should be the result of the perfect family, but Rocket wouldn't have it. She hated the way she was forced to live.
She had everything. The privileges, the 'manners', private school… And she hated it all.
She felt restricted in the boundaries of her own home. Like a bird in a cage, unable to spread it's wings, she was told how to behave. How to dress, how to speak, what to like and not to like... What to think.
It suffocated her.
She couldn't breathe.
Why was she doing this? Certainly not for herself. It was all for them... The ones that made her call them 'family'. All for the sake of 'reputation'... And she was just fed up with it all. She started to do risky things. They started out small. Like playing hookie during school hours, or defacing little stores on Main Street. Even setting things on fire. Good girl gone bad? No, it was all too thrilling to let go of. That wouldn't stop there.
She wanted more.
An abandoned box of liquor was found, and the party was wild. She started to use cigarettes, and then she really did it.
She cut her hair.
Casting away her last part of girlhood as the golden locks fell to the floor, she was finally free. She was no longer a slave to anyone's will. She was just Rocket.
But to her parents, she wasn't their daughter anymore.
Her bags were packed and ready to be moved out the door. She was being disowned. She wasn't the perfect daughter. She didn't turn out the way they wanted her to be. She wasn't the ideal image... and they wanted her out.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
As the girl-now-woman began her first few steps away from 'home', she heard another set of footsteps trailing after her. Rocket thought it was her father giving her another lecture and telling her second thoughts of coming back was far from over, but it wasn't him.
It was Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea. The apple of their mother and father's eye. The picture of perfection. The ideal woman that every girl should aspire to be... was pacing after her and standing right beside her.
Why... Why did she run after her? Her no-good, foul, rebellious sister?
When she finally could word her question, a soft smile was drawn on Sweet Pea's face and a gentle chuckle was let out.
"I'm only going along with you, so you won't get yourself killed."
And her sister was beside her ever since, and will always be.
Forever.