Killjoy
By: EmpathicReader
To Alison Botha, for being the strong soul she is.
A/N: I feel utterly angered at the fact that no one bothered to review my story! It pisses me off… I need reviews to improve so please just review… X(
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Cagalli stared amusedly at her seething aunt. She was complaining about her many uncooperative models in her firm. That's right. Her aunt, Sachi Carrie Attha, is the managing director of the famed firm called the Soaring Colours. Cagalli looked fondly at her aunt. She was one of the two most important women in her life.
Her aunt has silky chocolate brown locks tumbled down to her back in soft curls. Her eyes were in a deep shade of blue. It could be shining with happiness at one point and burning with anger the next.
Cagalli graduated as one of the top ten from the Police Academy of California. She could have asked her aunt to help her with her school fees but she preferred to pay it herself. Her aunt had often offered to help the blonde but she always left rejected. The blonde feels that she should not impose on her aunt any longer than she must. Her aunt was the one who raised her after her granny's and no-good mother's deaths. She was the only kin she had left. Aunt Sachi was her mother, tutor, sister and confidant. Cagalli could not bear to think about life without her.
Sachi knew that Cagalli is an independent and clever child the moment she turned five. Cagalli was always asking questions and analyzing things within her vision. Sachi remembered how hard she prayed to god to not let the child turn out like her sister. It scares how much she remembers.
Flashback
Sachi looked at the blonde in disgust and ill-concealed contempt. She was thoroughly disgusted by the fact that her own sister would have the face to come sauntering back into house like she did nothing wrong. The woman had no shame. Sachi concluded to herself.
She watched in disdain as her own mother sobbed with happiness in her eyes at the sight of the blonde. The blonde just waved her mother away like a housewife does to flies. What could she do? Mother has always favoured her elder sister. There was nothing she could do to help the old woman see the beast that hides behind the pretty face. Lara Carrie Attha. That's her name.
Sachi could tick off all the faults of her sister easily. Why? It is simply because the woman is capable of anything. ANYTHING. Sachi was sure that the woman could commit murder and remember nothing the next morning. How in fact could she say that about her own sister? Because she was once a victim of her ways. Sachi could still remember the night very clearly. She shivered.
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Sachi awoke to the soft breathing coming from her right. She tiredly opened her eyes to see what is going on. To her utter horror, she saw a pair of scissors was stationed in front of her eyes. The moonlight coming from her window illuminated the smooth metal of the sharp blades. It also illuminated to her utter terror, her sister. Lara grinned maliciously at her. Sachi's eyes widened in fear. She could see Lara looming above her and snip the scissors slowly. Sachi felt her insides churn in discomfort and horror.
Sachi saw her smiling at her with a slight glint in her eyes. She followed Lara's finger pointing at the open wardrobe. She saw her dress all tattered and torn. She cringed inwardly. It took her months to save enough money for a new dress. She tried to shrink even further into her bed when Lara leaned in.
"Beautiful things don't suit you sister. They suit me better. And if I can't have it, no one can."
That was the day, Sachi Carrie Attha knew that her sister was a psychopath. She knew that Lara Carrie Attha is a deranged manic. And there is nothing she could do about it.
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It began a few days ago when the science lab was broken in and two bottles of sulphuric acid went missing. That day, Marie said her beloved teddy bear also went missing. A day after the incidents, Marie found a note under her table. It wanted her to go to the park. Alone. If she wanted her teddy bear back. Since the teddy was the last present left to her by her mother, Marie went without fail. To her horror, her teddy bear was sitting on the ground. All eroded and sizzling with slight smoke. An empty bottle of acid and a shriveled match was laid on the ground.
Marie was sobbing uncontrollably in Sachi's arms. The ten year old rubbed her classmate's back in an attempt to soothe her. Sachi told Marie to tell her everything after Marie clamed down. Although reluctant at first, Marie quickly filled her friend in. Marie knew she was being targeted by someone. But who? After that incident, many of her things went missing and turned up all destroyed. But the worst has yet to come.
Marie came home that day. To her utter terror, her whole room was in a wreck. Her wallpaper was torn and dirty with smudges of mud. Her wardrobe door was flung open and her clothes were all thrown on the floor. Each and every one of them eroded by acid. Her floor was infested with her worst nightmare: Wriggling worms and disgusting cockroaches. Papers were thrown everywhere. But the worst is. The culprit even burned her most precious possession. Her only photo of her mother. A note of advice was also given to her.
'Boo!'
After that day, Marie's father took the traumatized girl to another country to help her recuperate. Before all the events, Marie had asked her to apologize to her sister for spilling tea on her dress. Sachi had always known who the culprit was. But what could she do? She told Marie to move away but the girl has no money to move away. Sachi could not tell the police. Why? Because her mother would never allow it. How could my lovely daughter do such a thing? The old woman would ask, appalled.
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Sachi celebrated inwardly when Lara died. But all the misery and fear did not die along with her. Sachi groaned. Even in death, Lara still affected people. She above all people should know that. She also pitied the traumatized friend of hers. At least she could get away from Lara. She had to stick with her for the next seven years.
A/N: Cagalli's mother has come to light… R&R…
