Room # negative 2

"We... we are they're children... they were supposed to love us, no matter what we are. Yes, I can admit, having children, furthermore twins, is hard, but with powers must have been even harder... but still... they are our family! They are supposed to support us!" tears were welling up in her eyes, she couldn't take the rejection. "It just... it hurts Ela.."

Ela had sat down on her bed. You could tell her bed from her sisters because her bedding was her favorite color. Crimson. She heaved a sigh, it was always hard to discuss their abandoning parents.

"Ata, you know I feel the same way, and you know I despise our parents for what they did to us but what I think is that they were just weak people, weak in the body, soul, and mind. Having children like you and me. You amazing and creative and wonderful and me the parents worst nightmare...well it must have been more than their weak selves could handle." she couldn't think of anything else to say...what else was there to say? That, even being her explanation, wasn't satisfactory to her so how could it be satisfactory to Ata?

Ela put her hands around her sister, softly patting her head to try and make her feel better.

Sometimes, when parents pretend that they're children don't exsist it's worse. At least when you're being abused they're acknowledging your exsistance.

She hated seeing Ata like this, it took a lot to get her in tears, usually she was so happy. Slowly, noiseless tears started rolling down her cheeks. It really wasn't fair of their parents to harm them like this, to scar their poor young minds and souls.

Elatrion watched her sister pace around the room. She wished she could do something but at the end of the day no matter how much comfort she provided it was still an internal issue that Ata had to figure out on her own. She could just be there to offer moral support, just as Ata would have to do for Ela when she was ready to fully open up to her emotions.

She waited patiently when Ata went into the bathroom, she stopped her tears but her cheeks were still streaked with mascara and tear stains. She took the toilet paper gratefully when Ata handed it to her and wiped her cheeks free of the embarassing marks.

Feeling a little better?" she asked her voice drenched with concern.

Ela nodded, happy to see Ata recollecting herself and being more well...herself.

She smiled finding out that her sister was meeting more people, that was more like the Ata she knew! well, wonderful! Who? Were they nice? Did they have anything interesting to say? Ela was always excited to hear about Ata's encounters with others, mainly because she never had them.

Ela gave her sister a sly smile.

My, my Ata your cup runneth over. So is this boy boyfriend material? she asked. She had never had a boyfriend and usually lived her life through Ata enjoying every minute from the sidelines.

((sorry bad case of Writers Block at the moment...))