It was an endless cycle of abuse. That's all it was. But yet, for some reason it never affected her. I didn't even realize what happened until after it was done, and I always felt guilty, guilty about how much I was tormenting her. But she always took it. No matter what. I sat down on my bed, taking a break that I knew would be all too short.
The stone floor seemed colder than usual as I stared down at it. What has become of me? What? I looked over my dark room, all it seemed to do was make me more depressed. Every thing there reminded me of home. Everything, from the sordid black clothes that I wore, to the small alarm clock the rang at the crack of dawn. Everything reminded me of the familiar landscape. The cottage lined rows of streets, the beautiful beaches. Oh, how I longed to go back.
And it wasn't like I was in another town, no, not nearly like that. I was on another planet, in another galaxy. Just Magenta and I. Magenta, my sister. Magenta, the tormented. I knew she was longing to go back just as much I was, if not more. But she, the eldest, had more self control than I did. Self control. The reason why I was sitting here thinking. I looked down at my semi-gloved hands, and grimiced. They seemed to mock me. Everything in the castle seemed to mock me.
Everything seemed to tell me that I was no good, that I was evil, that I was queer. The small TV that sat on a wall flickered to life as the face of my master appeared. Master. Every time I said that, it was with spite.
"Riff Raff come up to the lab I have a job for you." He said that with every ounce of false charm he had. Why oh why couldn't I take my anger out on him? No instead I had to take it out on my sister. I dragged myself up off the bed, hating myself with every step.
As I neared the elevator, my anger shifted towards him. Frank. Master. As the elevator stopped at the familiar pink tiled walls of the lab. I found myself staring at him. Staring him down. "Ah, Riff Raff, my faithful servant." Servant, hah. Slave was more like it.
"I have a job for you. I have found the way to create the PERFECT MAN" he said, sounding like a hyper child getting a present. "I shall need your assistance." I rolled my eyes. I'd be doing all the work. I always did. I'd do the work, he'd take the bows. I was fine with it the beginning back, when there was a chance to get out of it.
But once we were transferred here to earth, I grew sick of being ordered around. "It is late, we shall start on this tomorrow. Go prepare dinner." It was then that I realized that I missed everything that he had said. I took the lift back downstairs, and made my way to the kitchen. Magenta was there, her back to the door, taking down pots and pans. I watched her. I stood in the doorway, transfixed.
Lost in my thoughts. I watched as she moved lithely through the kitchen. I leaned up against the doorframe, never taking my eyes off of her for almost a full five minutes, before I walked silently up behind her. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, and she jumped.
"Riff." She said, realizing it was me.
"Yes sister." I said, moving my hand, and let it trail up and down her spine. She backed up slightly against me, pushing us closer together. I smiled a smile she wouldn't be able to see, her being almost a head shorter than I. She seemed to sense that I was sorry, sorry for everything.
The stone floor seemed colder than usual as I stared down at it. What has become of me? What? I looked over my dark room, all it seemed to do was make me more depressed. Every thing there reminded me of home. Everything, from the sordid black clothes that I wore, to the small alarm clock the rang at the crack of dawn. Everything reminded me of the familiar landscape. The cottage lined rows of streets, the beautiful beaches. Oh, how I longed to go back.
And it wasn't like I was in another town, no, not nearly like that. I was on another planet, in another galaxy. Just Magenta and I. Magenta, my sister. Magenta, the tormented. I knew she was longing to go back just as much I was, if not more. But she, the eldest, had more self control than I did. Self control. The reason why I was sitting here thinking. I looked down at my semi-gloved hands, and grimiced. They seemed to mock me. Everything in the castle seemed to mock me.
Everything seemed to tell me that I was no good, that I was evil, that I was queer. The small TV that sat on a wall flickered to life as the face of my master appeared. Master. Every time I said that, it was with spite.
"Riff Raff come up to the lab I have a job for you." He said that with every ounce of false charm he had. Why oh why couldn't I take my anger out on him? No instead I had to take it out on my sister. I dragged myself up off the bed, hating myself with every step.
As I neared the elevator, my anger shifted towards him. Frank. Master. As the elevator stopped at the familiar pink tiled walls of the lab. I found myself staring at him. Staring him down. "Ah, Riff Raff, my faithful servant." Servant, hah. Slave was more like it.
"I have a job for you. I have found the way to create the PERFECT MAN" he said, sounding like a hyper child getting a present. "I shall need your assistance." I rolled my eyes. I'd be doing all the work. I always did. I'd do the work, he'd take the bows. I was fine with it the beginning back, when there was a chance to get out of it.
But once we were transferred here to earth, I grew sick of being ordered around. "It is late, we shall start on this tomorrow. Go prepare dinner." It was then that I realized that I missed everything that he had said. I took the lift back downstairs, and made my way to the kitchen. Magenta was there, her back to the door, taking down pots and pans. I watched her. I stood in the doorway, transfixed.
Lost in my thoughts. I watched as she moved lithely through the kitchen. I leaned up against the doorframe, never taking my eyes off of her for almost a full five minutes, before I walked silently up behind her. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, and she jumped.
"Riff." She said, realizing it was me.
"Yes sister." I said, moving my hand, and let it trail up and down her spine. She backed up slightly against me, pushing us closer together. I smiled a smile she wouldn't be able to see, her being almost a head shorter than I. She seemed to sense that I was sorry, sorry for everything.