I CAME UP WITH A NEW STORY! Hehe, okay, so I have two chapters done, and I'm going to post them both just to kick things off with a bang. Enjoy!
"MIZAEL!"
Mizael turned in alarm. Sylvia came and rushed around the corner, her eyes filling with tears of fear. She was having another fit over something, Mizael was sure. The blond girl jumped into Mizael's arms and held onto him, as if this would make all the worries of the world just up and vanish. "Mizael! Something really, really sharp scratched me! See?" Sylvia held her arm up for Mizael to examine. For the past few nights, his sister had been spazzing for no reason.
Now, he was taken aback, as for once this was serious. A long, deep gash that ran from her wrist to her elbow was drawn across Sylvia's arm. In their human forms, injuries were much more painful, and by the looks of it, Sylvia was in a whole lot of pain. Mizael lifted her, then ran off towards the bathroom. As he threw open the cabinet, contents that had been cluttered together so long went tumbling to the floor. He growled and turned to Sylvia. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she held onto her arm, which was now oozing blood past her fingers. Mizael had a concerned look on his face before he turned back to the cabinet, flustered and angered that he couldn't find the bandages.
"Mizael," Sylvia moaned, looking up at her twin with tearful eyes. Mizael winced. He hated seeing Sylvia in pain and or agony. Turning back to the cabinet, he growled upon still not being able to find the bandages.
"Mizael, please..."
"I know Sylvia. I know it hurts. Trust me, I'm doing everything I can. But first I have to find those damn bandages."
"Hurry please..."
"AH-HA!" Mizael let out a confident cry when he finally managed to find the bandages. Making a mental note to clean that cabinet and organize it later, he dropped down next to Sylvia and began to place the bandages on her arm. Sylvia let out a sigh of relief. The pain was finally going away.
Silence followed them awkwardly for the next few seconds. Sylvia kept her gaze on the floor, watching a ladybug scramble across it. Slowly, she was putting herself in a trance.
"Sylvia?"
Sylvia stared up at Mizael, blinking away stray tears as she met his gaze.
"How come you did this to yourself?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why'd you slit your arm? This is the fourth time this week something like that happened. Are you trying to kill yourself or something?"
"What?" Sylvia backed away a bit, then furrowed her brows. "Mizael! I would never, EVER do this to myself! W-Why would you ever think that?"
"Because, Sylvia. You are the only one in possession of sharp objects when I'm not around. That means you're the only one who could've possibly done this to yourself."
Sylvia was angered. How dare her brother think she'd do this to herself? Tears formed in her eyes as she stared up at her brother. Now Mizael felt upset. He wrapped his arms around Sylvia's waist and held her close, allowing her to cry on his shoulder. Okay, so Sylvia hadn't done this to herself. But who did, then?
"Then who did this?"
"Nobody."
"You aren't making sense. How'd this happen then?"
"How many times must I tell you? The curse did this to me!"
Mizael rolled his eyes. He stood up, helping Sylvia to do the same, and walked away. Sylvia followed. Her twin payed no mind to her as she raced after him.
"Brother! Where are you going?"
"To my room."
"How come?"
"I am tired of hearing all this nonsense of curses you constantly talk of. It's driving me insane Sylvia. I need some peace and quiet."
"But Mizael, you never listen long enough for me to explain. Maybe if you'd let me try to tell you all the details, you'd understand a little more."
It was no use. Mizael was already inside his room, with the door locked and everything. With a sigh, Sylvia walked away. She opened the door to her own room and turned on the light, then gasped when she saw the scissors floating in mid air.
"So that's what scratched me. Fantastic." Sylvia jumped up and grabbed them, tossed them in a nearby drawer, and slammed it shut to make sure they wouldn't come out again. She hated this curse, constantly making things like her scissors turn evil. Heck, it was a glass of water once. Sylvia sighed again and shut the light off, then crawled into bed.
She only wished Mizael would listen to her, at least for one second.
