Disclaimer: If I owned The Sister's Grimm then would I be on fanfiction right now? No, I would be working on the books themselves. So no, I do not own them.
21. Pictures
I remember little from my times of insanity. But I do remember the longing.
It was the most powerful feeling I'd ever felt.
It was the longing to complete my family.
That longing was a black hole, sucking away all other thoughts.
I remember exactly what I wanted.
I wanted a mommy and a daddy and a kitty and a doggy and a grandma and a baby brother.
I look back on it now and I feel ashamed.
Because the parents that I stole were my best friends' parents.
But she seems to forgive me.
Thanks, Daphne.
And I remembered the little things that partially blocked the longing, if only for a little.
One in particular, was pictures of my ideal family.
I would constantly draw pictures of the mommy and the daddy and the grandma and the doggy and the baby brother and me.
And for a few moments that longing was satisfied.
But then it came back, stronger than ever.
And the pictures grew darker and less colorful in my rush to fill the ever growing longing.
But the pictures were what made me do things that I would never have done, had I been sane.
I wouldn't have accepted that monster as my kitten, or stolen someone else's parents.
I may have just given up and been sad.
But I became addicted to those pictures.
And to completing the family they portrayed.
I remember little from my times of insanity.
But the memories I have will haunt me forever.
A/N: This was kind of short. And in Red's POV for once. I decided to take a little break from Puckabrina, and Red is one of my other favorite characters. Review please!