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Chapter 3: Brigitta Blabs it All!

She is annoyingly happy. She is annoyingly crafty. She is annoyingly annoying! She is my little sister. My sister takes the cake when it comes to a pain in my side. She will follow me everywhere, argue with me on anything, and take my stuff at her leisure. She's always sneaking into my room when I'm about to fall asleep and scare the living daylights out of me! Well, nightlights. But nothing, absolutely nothing compares to her latest instalment to make my life a living heck!

I was in the middle of my therapeutic sessions with Dr. Bliss, and was making progress. I was finishing up my regular appointment with her this past Tuesday.

"Okay Sylvester, you're making real progress in your emotional health. You seem to be grieving nicely, and I think you're starting to recover." Dr. Bliss informed me.

"Yeah, I mean, it doesn't hurt as much as it did the day I first told you about Anna but, it's still there." I explained. "Like, I almost feel guilty about lik…"

Oh no, don't spill the beans! She can't know!

"About licking this sucker! Do you mind?" I pointed to the bowel of suckers she had on the coffee table.

"By all means." Dr. Bliss told me. "You know, that's not going to fool me. Your mom tried the same thing, and it didn't work."

Darn. Of course she would know my 'change the topic before she notices anything' trick.

"Now, what to tell me the truth?" She asked all knowingly.

I didn't like it when people see through me like glass. I guess it's my own fault.

"Well, there's this girl in my class, and she's kind of pretty. That's all." I lied. There was more, but I didn't want to talk about it now. Not yet.

"And you feel guilty about thinking that way?" Dr. Bliss asked.

"Well, yeah. It almost feels like I'm forgetting about Anna. Leaving her for someone else." I explained my trouble, while Dr. Bliss looked at me with sympathy.

"There's no problem in liking someone else. Anna will always be with you, but I think she would want you to be happy. Don't you?" Dr. Bliss asked me.

I pondered the question. I knew the answer. I just didn't want to say I was wrong.

"Yes." I reluctantly said.

"I knew you know the truth. Fell what you want to feel. Okay, time's up." Dr. Bliss lead me out, "Talk to you next week?"

"Yep, next week." I told her.

Dr. Bliss opened the door, and suddenly Brigitta was there.

"Hi! I'm here to get Sylvester!" She nearly shouted.

"Brigitta, I can hear you, the whole block can hear you!"

"How are you Brigitta, dear?" Dr. Bliss asked.

"No don't!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm fine. My day was good. We made macaroni art, I made a rainbow, the teacher read us a book, it was about rabbits, and then we colored! I drew a rainbow!" She said at the top of her lungs!

"Oh, that's very interesting!" Dr. Bliss said.

"Yeah, yeah, very interesting, come on sis, let's hit the road." I told her.

"Why do you want to hit the road? Did the road do something bad?! Bad road!" She said.

"Oh, just come on!" I told her.

We were walking down the road, and she just wouldn't stop giving the road the 'evil eye', which for her is just staring at it with one eye half closed. I just wanted to get home, and sleep.

"Sylvester, can I ask you a question?" Brigitta suddenly asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I told her.

"Well, why do you visit Dr. Bliss? Are you sick?" She asked.

"No, she's a psychologist." I said.

"A Psycoriasist? What do they do?" She asked.

"No, psychologist. She asks questions, I answer them, and then we move on to the next question." I answered her.

"Oh, okay. So you're not sick?" She asked.

"No, I'm fine." I laughed. Even though she drives me insane, she could be so funny sometimes. Oh, how that will change!

"Mommy! Daddy! We're home!" Brigitta announced.

"We heard you Bri, the whole building could hear you, heck, the whole neighborhood can probably hear you!" My mother, Helga G. Shortman-Pataki told her.

"Is that my little girl?" My father, Arnold Shortman, asked as he walked down the stairs.

"It's me Daddy!" Brigitta beamed proudly.

"Oh, there she is!" Arnold said as he picked her up and kissed her face. "How was your day, Bri?"

"Well, my day was good. We made macaroni art, I made a rainbow, the teacher read us a book, it was about rabbits, and then we colored! I drew a rainbow!" She, once again, shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Yet another neighborhood informed of the all-important knowledge that our lovely first grade class is making macaroni art." I stated, only half kidding.

"Yes indeed, remember, use your inside voice." Arnold told Brigitta.

"Oh, okay." She whispered.

"That's my girl." He put her down and she ran off into her room, which was on the first floor of the boarding house. I just watched her go, knowing full well that she'll just forget the lesson she was just told in about two minutes.

"So," Helga spoke in Sylvester's direction, "How's Christina, or, Dr. Bliss, Sly?"

"She's good. Still as keen as ever." I told her.

"Are you making progress?" Helga asked.

"Yes, much, we actually think that it's time for me to move on, and I feel comfortable with that." I explained.

"Well good. I'm glad you're happy." Arnold said.

"I am to." Helga added.

"Well, I'd like to take a nap. See you in a little while!" I walked up the stairs, and pulled the cord to revel the access to my attic bedroom. I used to be my fathers, until Grandpa Phil, and Grandma Pookie moved away to live in a retirement home. They still visit often. I fell into a deep sleep.

"Sylvester? Sylvester?" Someone asked.

"Huh, what?" I turned around, and there was Anna. "Anna! I thought I lost you!"

"You did." She stated coldly.

I tried to hug her, but my hands fell right through. She was a ghost.

"Sylvester. How could you forget about me so soon?" She asked.

"What? No, I didn't. How could I?!" I stammered.

"How could you think about that other girl!? She's not me! I am your on and only!" She shouted at me. Then everything went black.

"No!" I was in my room again. I looked at the time. It was one in the morning. I was too shaken to go back to sleep.

I picked up my cell phone, and dialed the first number I could think of.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered.

"Dr. Bliss? It's me, Sylvester." I told her.

"Sylvester? What's wrong?" She asked.

"I had a nightmare."

I explained the nightmare, and she told me it was a guilt ridden dream. After a short conversation and a drink of warm milk, I fell back to sleep, this time, dream free.

The next day, I was walking to school with Brigitta, and she was all excited about going to school, and telling everyone about a new word she learned.

"I can't wait! Everyone will be so impressed by my use of, um, what's it called again, Sly?"

"Vocabulary." I answered.

"Yes, that." She stated.

"I'm sure they will." I really did not want to hear this new word that she learned. I just wanted to go to class, and go back home, and play my new video game with Tanner.

We arrived at P.S. 118, and my friends were waiting by the front door. I quickened my pace to meet them.

"Hey guys!" I greeted.

"Hey Sly. How's the old Vester today?" Abigale asked.

"Wow, two nicknames in a row. That's a new record! I'm fine. Didn't sleep to good, but that's okay." I told them.

"Oh, I know what that is. It's a doctor for crazy people!" I overheard one of Brigitta's friends say.

"Really? My brother's weird, but he's not crazy!" Brigitta defended.

Oh no! The new word she learned was Psychologist! Oh no, no, no!

"Hey guys, let's go inside! Class starts in…" I check my imaginary watch, "Oh wow, ten minutes, we better hustle!" I tried to push them in, but they wouldn't listen.

"But it's such a beautiful day Sly! Not many more like it before fall comes!" Stinky said.

"Yeah, but it's so humid, and could ruin Abigail's makeup!" I pointed at her face.

"Well, I'm glad you're concerned, but I took the precaution by putting on humid resistant makeup." She showed use her make up kit.

"Well, I…" I began, when I felt something tug at my shirt.

"Excuse me, are you Brigitta's brother?" A young voice asked.

"Yep, that's him. The one and only." Tanner answered for me.

"Hey guys, here's the crazy guy!" The little kid shouted.

All of a sudden these little kids swarmed me like bees on honey.

"What's it like being crazy?" One voice asked.

"Do you see in different colors?" Another rang out.

"What's the problem with your brain?" One kid asked.

"Alright, clear out!" Tanner spoke up, "What are you all talking about?"

"He sees a psychologist!" One kid answered.

"He what?" Abigale giggled.

Oh no, this cannot be happening!

"Sylvester sees a shrink! HAHA!" It seemed all their voices mixed into one, I couldn't tell anyone from anything. I walked into the building, alone and humiliated.

Oh Brigitta, you're going to get it!

So, there you are! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but, here you go! Read and Review!

PS. Can you tell I know nothing about make up?

PPS. I have nothing against psychologists, their work is hard, and they work hard. I have nothing but respect for them, but to get the story rolling, I needed something, and this just seemed like the perfect set up.