Don't question the fact that they're speaking English. Pretend it's Russian.
~Vlad~
I whimpered. "Mom? What is wrong with daddy? Why isn't he moving?" I tried to huddle towards my father, who was frightfully still on the bed.
"Hes... He is gone, little one." she patted my head.
I was starting to sob, and I could see my big brother trying to stop himself from crying. He was a big boy of fourteen. I was only eight. My sister, who was sixteen, was letting her tears fall as well. Mother just stood there silently. Watching us cry. I had always wondered why she did not ever cry. Not even when our father was buried. Yakaterina didn't like to go out for walks anymore and Nikolai would get very angry. Mother... She would always leave and return reeking of alcohol.
Then when I was sixteen, my little sisters were born. No, my half sisters. Katyusha and Anya. They had the family's pink eyes. But their hair was noticably darker. Not black like mine, or light brown like Yakaterina's. Dark brown. Mother had obviously had sex with another man. When they were born, a fierce protectiveness came over me.
After mother left the hospital, she went back to drinking and going out until very late. The job for taking care of my little sisters fell onto me and Yakaterina. Nikolai was of no help. He started to leave too. And he started hurting us. Me, I made my elder sister hide in the closet with Anya and Katyusha.
Then, when they were two, we moved to America. Mother tried to act as those she never did horrible things.
"Dear, it shall be a new beginning! We will be able to live better lives!" better lives she said. I knew she just wanted to drink.
But to America we went. Anya had been sickly, but that did not stop mother from trying to hurt her. Already three years old, and she had yet to utter a word. Katyusha had been babbling happily since she was one, and Nikolai said Anya was probably retarded.
Anya did finally start talking. When she was five, a mere three years ago. A simple shout of "big brother!" had been her first words.
..........
When I had met Finni, we didn't speak much, but we didn't become friends until a certain event.
"Do you wan' one? You look depressed." I watched the blonde boy pull out another cigarette and held it up to me.
"Im not sure..." I knew Finni was a druggie, I've seen him stumble around with his eyes dilated and red. But without thinking, I accepted it.
And then our friendship grew.
.......
My story for the powers wasn't very interesting. I come home one evening to see my brother yelling and throwing beer bottles. Anya and Katyusha were cowering in a corner. I was trying to subdue my brother, but he threw a bottle that smashed right above their heads. I desperately wanted to help them.
I saw myself running towards them and taking them to hide.
I didn't question it until afterwards.
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So, Vlad started to smoke because of Finni. That bastard.
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Vlad and Family
