CHAPTER 3

DISRESPECT

I lay on the floor, screaming as these images flowed through my head. I held the doll and knife against myself, as if they'd protect me from everything. My finger was still bleeding and it stained my cloths and hair.

I was crying as well as I tried to get out of the dream. I couldn't though. I was still haunted by it. This awful side affect from the drug I had been given over seven years ago.

Suddenly I felt someone grab me off the floor but I was so entraced that I didn't know who it was.

Someone slapped me face and a voice shouted. "Snap out of it!"

It seemed to be coming from far far away. I screamed again.

Someone out something up to my lips and tried to make me drink it. I spit it out and started to cry.

"What's wrong?" someone else asked me.

I couldn't answer.

Then all of a sudden I went limp. My arms went to my sides and I dropped the doll and dagger onto the floor. I stopped screaming and began to breathe normally again. Someone brushed my bangs out of my eyes and tried to sing to me.

I was calm now and finally back. I slowly opened my eyes.

I saw Impa and my brother Jecra staring down at me with concern in their eyes. I tried to say something but couldn't.

Impa tried to put that thing up to my mouth again. "Drink this," she said.

"No," I slurred.

"Stop disobeying me at least once," she said, starting to force the stuff down my throat.

I let it drip out of my mouth.

"Sheik," Jecra said, kneeling down beside me. "Just drink it. You'll feel better when you do."

I knew better but I didn't have the energy to resist anymore. I merely nodded and finally drank some. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

As I lay sleeping on Impa's bed she and my brother talked about me.

"I don't understand why Sheik came here," she said to Jecra.

(Here's a weird thing about my mother. She never uses my gender when she talks about me. She either calls me by name, call me "the child, or just plain says I'm an It. I guess she's that ashamed of me)

"Look, Mother, Sheik told me this was only a visit," my brother explained. "There is no other reason to come here but to visit."

"But why now?" Imap asked. "Could that child still be mad about what happened the Merlian?"

Jecra nodded. "Yes, Mother."

Impa sighed. "I hope this visit won't cause trouble for anyone, especially Princess Zelda."

Jecra shook his head. "I doubt it will."

"Let's hope so," my mother said, shaking her head. "Let's hope so..."

By the time the drug wore off and I woke up I was feeling worse off than I started. During my sleep my dreams were haunted by bloody images. Bloody images I wish to forget.

I sat up and looked around myself, my vision blurred. I could make out my cloak, hanging on a nail by the bed, but everything else looked strange and sinister. The Sheika symbol over the door looked like the eye of a monster. It was sizing me up for a meal.

As I stood up I felt flashes of pain course though my head and body. I took some deep breaths.

My mind cleared and my vision returned to normal. I instantly remembered why I was there. I scanned the room for my knife but didn't see it. Great, now she took that too! I thought pounding the table in discust.

I heard the front door open and looked up. If Impa was the one coming in I was going to let her have it. But to my surprise in stepped...Jecra.

"Oh, good, you're awake," he said. "Feeling better?"

I wasn't in the mood for those kinds of questions. "You!" I exclaimed instead. "When did you get here?'

"About the same time Mother found you hallucinating on the floor," he answered, his eyes full of concern. "What happened? Why did you go nuts like that?"

I looked away. "You would never understand," I said.

"What won't I understand, Sheik?" he asked, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking at my face. "I'm your brother. Why won't you tell me why this keeps on happening to you. Maybe I could help you..."

"You would never be able to help me," I growled. "If you want to know so bad ask Impa. I will not tell you what's wrong with me you would just stick up for Mom. You think she can do no wrong!"

Jecra seemed taken aback by my words. When I saw the hurt look on his face I started to regret what I said, but only for a short period of time. Impa stormed into the house just then, her face filled with anger.

"What?" I asked, knowing she was mad at me.

Impa shook something in front of my face. That stupid doll. "Look what you've done!" she screamed.

"So what?" I asked totally not caring. "It's just a stupid doll of Zelda."

"You destroyed it!" she yelled in my face. "How could you? Why did you!"

I thought up a lie. There was no way I was going to tell her the truth.

"I cut my finger on my knife," I said, showing her my cut finger. "I guess when I dropped it it fell into the doll."

Impa gave me a who-do-you-think-you're-kidding look. She didn't believe me for a second. "Don't lie to me, Sheik," she said, scowling at me. "Why did you destroy this doll? Tell me now!"

"No."

I heard Jecra gasp but I ignored him.

"You'd better," she said. "Or you're not leaving this house."

"Fine," I said, crossing my arms and sitting down on the bed. "I don't care. I'm not telling you why I did that and that's final!"

I saw Jecra staring at me with a mixed look on his face. Anger, pity, and disappointment. He knew as well as I did that Sheikian don't disrespect their parents. I didn't care.

Impa wasn't happy either. She took me by the shoulders and shook me. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded. "I didn't raise you like this!"

"You didn't raise me at all!" I snapped. "Father did. You were hardly ever around because you were too busy playing nanny! You took better care of Zelda than you ever did of me and my sister!'

"I have had enough of that talk from you, you hear me!" Impa growled, staring into my eyes, her face a mask of anger.

I closed my eyes and said nothing. I would let her think she'd won this time. But I knew every well she hadn't.

Impa seemes satisfied by my silence and let go of my arm. "Good," she said.

She turned to go but stabbed at me once more. "Just to inform you tonight's the Kings birthday and you are going whether you like it or not." Then she opened the door, exited, and slammed it behind her.

I sighed and fell back onto the bed.

"You shouldn't do that," a voice said.

"What?" I asked, looking over at my brother.

"Yoiu shouldn't disrespect her."

"Why shouldn't I?" I demanded, sitting up. "She never acted like a mother to me. Whenever she came to the village she always treated me like I was a basterd child."

He didn't say anything.

I kept my eyes on him. "I know why." I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because," I began. "Your father isn't my father."

"What do you mean?"

I smiled an evil smile. "It isn't my place to tell you. Why don't you ask Impa. Better yet, why don't you ask the King!"

"The King!" he exclaimed confused. "Why should I ask the King?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy smiling. Impa didn't know it but she had just done me a huge favor.

Authoer's note: I just want to say "Yes, I do have a bit of a sick mind". If you don't like the story please don't flame at me about it okay?