The fights, the arguing, the tears. All in her head. The constant talking of people who weren't people. The chaos of them within her mind. The frequent amnesia attacks that plague her memories.
These were all the things that she had to deal with every day. Charlie gets into a fight with Jorge. Yelling. Screaming. Pain. Jorge wins. As usual.
Charlie is depressed again, same as yesterday. He tries to hide it under his stylish clothing and sassy attitude. He cant help but feel this way. He is a puppet after all.
Midnight is reading again. Not just because she likes books, but because they let her not think about the sadness around her. She reads and reads, her only distraction from herself.
Jorge is doing paperwork. He doesn't even have a job but somehow has paperwork from god knows where. He works late into the night though, he works and works until he falls asleep. He works hard so he doesn't feel useless.
Ruby is playing hide and seek with little Ruby. She plays games with her because its the only thing keeping her from crying. Little Ruby is the only one who makes her feel happy. Little Ruby is the only one reminding her of someone she lost.
Charley is in his room doing card tricks. He does magic tricks so he wont have to remember things in the past.
Nameless is playing her electric guitar. She plays it so she can drown out the sound of hate. She plays it as a reminder of who she used to be and what happened to her. What she did. The sadness and anger. The hate and agony.
Charlie cries in his sleep. Charley can't sleep. Midnight dreams of being in a cage. Jorge dreams of hurting people he doesn't want to hurt. Nameless dreams of what she created. This is a broken family. So many times they tried to fix it.
Like dropping a mirror and picking up the pieces of sharp glass with your bare hands. The cuts from the shards. The Pain of trying to fix the mirror.The Pain of trying to fix this family.
but sooner or later you WILL fix it. Even if it takes years, soon you'll have a full mirror again.
This Family WILL be fixed again, even if your hands have scars. This battle WILL be over.
This battle of emotions, this battle will end.