I can’t seem to catch a break. I wish someone would tell me what’s going on, or at least let me catch my breath. God, this light is killing me. I slowly open my eyes and see a wooden ceiling. “Huh… neat.” Is that my voice? It’s so high-pitched and squeaky. I don’t like it. “Where am I?” I weakly said. “Wait!”

I sit up faster than a day of no school and touch my chest. “It’s gone. The hole in my chest. How? There’s nothing here that could fix this.” Strange... I wonder how he did it. My head, man, it hurts. Rubbing my head, I look around at this barren home. Nothing in here besides a closet and the bed I’m in now. Now that I think about it... My legs... Do I want to check them? Reaching towards the sheet, I start to pull them off. “No... I don’t want to look at it.”

“So, you’re finally awake,” a girl’s voice said next to me. I scanned around the room to find the voice’s owner but I couldn’t. “Over here, to your right.” I look over to my right. “No, your other right!” I look to the left. There’s nothing. “Weird, I was there. Where am I?”

“Stop teasing me. Just show yourself.” I continue looking around.

Eventually, I give up and lie back down. I close my eyes, a shadow appears over me. I look to my sides to see black and pink hair circling around me as I slowly look up. Standing over me is a girl. The right side of her head had long pink hair, her left had long black hair. The eyebrows matched the color of her hair above her eyes.Her left eye, however, was pink and the right one red. Her clothes were stitched together from multiple pieces of cloth.

“You found me!” She smiles. Her face gets closer to mine. As she gets closer, her face changes from a smile to an intense stare, like something is off.

“What do you want?” I whine at her. “I’m tired.”

“What do I want?!” Her hair swirls around me as her stare turns into a scowl. “You left me here! We’re supposed to stick together, you big meanie! You- ugh!”

A pair of smooth arms pulls the girl above me off. “Leave your sister alone. She needs to rest.” A woman with black hair interrupted the girl.

Sister? Is she talking about me? I’m not a girl. I wiggle my arm underneath the seat and down my pants. Hmm… I guess I’m a girl. I sigh and look back up at my supposed sister. At least my legs feel normal... So if that is my sister, then that woman holding her, judging by how she said sister, is my mommy. I almost forgot, where is that dude that saved me? I hear a rumbling come from under the sheets and grab my stomach. “Ugh… My tummy hurts.” A feeling of weakness grows on me as my body becomes super heavy and collapses back on the bed.

Mommy sets my sister down on the bed next to me. “Are you hungry as well?” She asks her.

“Aaaa,” my sister opens her mouth.

“I thought so,” Mommy smiles. She pulls out a bowl of soup like it was magic. I couldn’t even see where she was hiding it. She scoops a small wooden spoonful of soup and blows on it. “There you go, all nice and cool.” Mommy then flies soup into my sister’s mouth.

“Aaaaa,” I open my mouth. If it worked for her, it works for me.

“Here comes the birdy,” she says with a gentle voice as the spoon flies towards me.

Humph! I’m not a child… I tighten my mouth, preventing the spoon from entering.

“Not hungry?”

“Humph!” Cross my arms and look away. I’m not a child.

“Look at the birdy.” She circles the spoon towards my mouth.

Think something like that is going to- ooo! Birdie. I open my mouth in amazement, forgetting about the spoon. She preyed on that and stabbed the spoon through my mouth.

“See? Yummy.” She smiles, keeping the spoon in my mouth. I try spitting it out, but she yanks the spoon out. Covering my nose and mouth. “You can’t spit out your food. I’ll keep my hands there until you swallow.”

Oh shit! She’s crazy!! I’m not swallowing this crap! She tightens her grip as I try to spit it out. It tastes like chicken soup from a school’s cafeteria. The chicken bends in my mouth like rubber, bouncing around. After the chicken went down And the broth. God, the broth, it was like someone bathed in it with bad diarrhea. I tried chewing the chicken, but it’s too hard for me to chew, and it slides down my throat like a giant wet noodle. I struggle against her as she tries to force another bite when he comes in.

“So, how is she-? What the hell?” The Black-haired man shouted. He dashes towards me and slaps her hands away. The man slapping her hands away causes me to swallow the soup. Oh god, the chicken slides down my throat like a giant slug. I think I’m going to be sick.

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“Bleh!” I lick my hands, trying to get rid of the taste.

“Why did you do that? You don’t do that!” The man said. He seemed panicked.

“What do you mean? It worked for my older ones.” Mommy said, tilting her head slightly.

“There’s... there’s just so much wrong with that!” He places his hands on his head and sighs.

“Like what? She wouldn’t eat, and I made her. It’s called tough love.”

“Th-that’s not what- Sigh… It’s- Honey, I love you. But sometimes...” He sits on the bed and kisses her forehead. “... but that’s not what tough love is.”

“But you tough loved Rekker by hitting him.”

“That was different. I was teaching him a lesson about fighting and defending. Not suffocating a child.” He gives her a quick kiss, “I’ll tell you more later.” Then he leans over her and looks at me. “How are you feeling?”

I finish licking my hands and peek up. The black-haired man looked different. His body is now a bit smaller, and his muscles hid under his clothes. On his face are several claw mark-like scars that went over his red eyes. And his hair. It looks longer. The bunny ears drooped halfway down his body and curled up near the ends. His spiky hair, now replaced with long and wavy black hair. The little strand of hair on his forehead remained relatively the same but twitched now and then like it was looking around.

“Nasty, it tastes like shit,” I said.

“... Oh…” Mommy said, looking down at the floor. She leans up against him with a blank face. “I thought…”

“That wasn’t very kind of you, young lady,” he said with a frown. His cowlick twitches slightly. “She spent all day making you your favorite soup.”

I knew I shouldn’t have said that, but it just slipped out. Should I apologize? It would be rude to say nothing, but then again... I don’t actually know who they are. Keep quiet? No. Yes?

“It’s alright honey,” The black-haired man picks up a spoonful of soup and eats it. “See…” His face puckers slightly. “It’s… great.”

“Really?” She looks up at him.

“Yes...” He puts his fingers in his mouth and pulls out a piece of meat. “Are you sure we should be giving them solid foods yet?” The man asked as he scooped up a piece of chicken.

“Her twin could chew the chicken. So I thought she could as well.”

“You could’ve killed her! I’m taking out all the solids!” He shouted, and within a second, he had all the meat removed. How did he do that? His hand didn’t even change position. “There, all the noodles and meat are out. I thought that was going to take longer.”

Bullshit, he didn’t even move!

He stands up and pulls out a clear bottle with a black powder in it. “Tap, tap,” and sprinkles some of it in the soup. “Now,” he sits next to me and scoops a bit, “here comes the airplane. Zoom!” He flies the spoon towards my mouth.

Feeling terrible about what I said, I opened my mouth and swallowed the soup. It wasn’t bad. Well.. it didn’t taste like garbage. I smile at the man and nod my head. “Yummy.” He smiles, and I continue to eat.

After finishing the food, he lours at me, squinting his eyes. Setting the bowl down, he points towards the black-haired lady. “Who is she?” His cowlick, which was twitching the entire time, then abruptly stopped.

“Um… Mommy?” I hesitantly ask.

“Very good. How about her?” The cowlick twitches. He points towards the girl with black and pink hair.

“Umm… Pride?” I look at his hair strand. So… it stopped twitching. What’s up with that?

“Hmm…” His head-tail twitches. “How about me?”

“Uhh…” Who is he? He could be my father, but he could also be a step or something like that. Why is this so stressful? I pull my hair and look away. It will come to me any second. Any second. Sigh… nothing. I don’t know who any of these people are. What do they mean to me? Me… Who am I?

“Do you know who I am?” He asks. I shake my head. “I see. The lady who made your food is your mother. The little devil in the closet is your sister.” He looks behind him.

“Awwww!! How did you know where I am?” a voice from a closet right next to the door.

“I have eyes in the back of my head,” he smiles and looks back at me. “I’m your father.”

I point towards the black-haired lady, “Mommy.” Then point towards the black-haired man, “Daddy.” I yawn.

“Is someone tired?” He lays me down and tucks me in. “Good night, pumpkin.” He kisses my forehead and walks towards the door, and stops. “Don’t think I forgot about you!” The closet doors open with a thud.

“I got you!” The pink and black hair girl shouts, jumping from the ceiling towards his back.

“Nice try.” He grabs her from behind. “But you’re going to have to be better than that.”

How did he do that? He was just in front of her, but not even in seconds he appeared behind her. I was too tired to figure out that sorcery.

“Aww…” she whines.

“Let’s get going.” He throws her over his shoulders.

“But I wanna stay.”

“Let your sister rest.”

“But, mommy gets to stay.” She throws her arms.

“Mommy is taking care of-”

“How’s the little shit?” Another girl’s voice said.

“Resting. Also, don’t call her that.” He says as he closes the door.

I wonder who that was? Nah, it doesn’t matter. I close my eyes and feel something warm cuddle me. I hug back and start crying. It’s so warm. “It’s just a dream.”

Mommy hugs me closer and whispers, “My bijou miracle. It’s okay if you don’t remember me. Mommy will always love you.”