This choice: It's Ashley, your tomboy 8 year old sister • Go Back...Chapter #4Shrinking with your little sister by: chaos   “Ashley, hi,” you sniff and wipe away any tears that might be lingering in your eyes as you look at your sister. Ashley had been outside when you got home, trying to catch some bugs for her collection. The eight-year-old girl loved collecting tiny insects and keeping them on display in her room, which was another thing you found revolting about her. She’s wearing those ugly brown overalls she so loved on top of a white stained shirt. If that wasn’t bad enough, she was bare foot in the house and had left dirty foot prints on the floor. Your first reaction is to mock her about the ugly way she’s dressed, but you push down that urge, when you remember your condition. You swore to yourself that you were going to make things right with your siblings, so you might as well start with Ashley.
Putting on your happiest face, you pull up a chair at the dinning room table and gesture for Ashley to sit. She looks at you strangely, but doesn’t move. She can sense something off and doesn’t want to come closer. Sweetly you ask, “Ashley, could you come here. I want to have a big sister talk with you.” You pat the seat of the chair, urging Ashley to sit down, but she keeps her distance. You’ve never gone this long in the same room as your sister without saying an off hand insult towards her and it’s got her worried.
“You okay, sis? You’re acting a little strange, even for you.” Your smile drops at your sister’s last comment. She thinks you’re the strange one? She’s the one that likes to run around the backyard looking for bugs without any shoes. You’re the very pinnacle of normal, she’s the freak in the family. No, you can’t think like that. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. You’re here to make peace with Ashley, not critique the way she lives.
“Is it so strange for me to want to talk to my favorite littlest sister?” You giggle, trying to reinforce the pleasant older sister image you’re trying to portray. Ashley gawks at you, not believe your fake sweetness for a second. She then shakes her head and starts to chuckle.
“Since when have I been your favorite anything? As long as I can remember you’ve been a bitch to me. So what’s with the sudden kindness? You want me to do something for you? Like maybe act as a watch out when you screw one of your boyfriends or pretend to be your happy little sister so you can impress some of your friends with your generosity. I’m out of here, I got more bugs to catch.” She turns to walk away, but you won’t let her. How dare she ignore her loving older sister like that! You rush towards her and spin her around, grabbing her shoulder tightly. Your grip will probably leave a bruise, but you don’t care. All you’re seeing is red right now as you stare down at Ashley’s scared face.
“Listen her you little freak! I’m trying to be nice to you, but you won’t let me! All I wanted to do was bury the hatched and fix our relationship, but you know what, fuck it! You’re a stupid, little brat that should have been disowned the moment you started picking your nose. Your disgusting and stupid and… and…” Your lungs tighten up and all the air leaves your body. You go stumbling back, letting go of an astonished Ashley. The room spins again, this time it won’t stop. With a thud, you collapse to your knees and fall to your side. You look up to see Ashley curiously looking at you before you black out.
When you open your eyes again, you feel better. The tightness in your chest is gone, you don’t feel dizzy or weak, everything seems to be fine. You rub your head, glad you didn’t land on it. That would have been so bad; smashing your head on the floor could have left you with a scar or a nasty bump. You can’t let your perfect face get damaged in any way, it was your best feature. You look up, expecting to see your parent’s kitchen, but instead you see something else. Ashley's face fills your vision, so incredibly huge that you can see every one of her young, but rugged features. Her eyes are the size of cars, pointing strait at you from one a few feet away. You can see yourself in her eyes, a tiny naked thing next to a pile of clothes. Ashley smiles at you, each of her baby teeth are bigger then you.
“Look who’s up. I think we will have that sister talk after all,” she giggles. Her laughter nearly blows you away, but you remain lying on the floor, frozen in fear. Every insult you’ve ever made, every verbal abuse you ever dished out, every attack you have ever done replays in your mind as your sisters looms over you like a great god about to bring down mighty vengeance upon a helpless mortal. You tremble under Ashley, knowing in your heart that your sister had no plans to help you and that things were going to get very rough, very soon.
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