Sibling Rivalry or Something Darker?
It wasn’t the first time my older sister got rough with me, but this time was different. Fear set in when she gave me no chance to breathe before shoving me back under the water. As I struggled to break the surface…
I caught a glimpse of her face—there was something unsettling in her eyes.
“As far as I know, my sister’s hatred for me began the moment they brought me home from the hospital.”
The reason was clear, at least in her mind—my dad wasn’t her real dad. I, on the other hand, was a constant reminder of that fact. The differences between us were glaringly obvious from the start. I inherited my dad’s high cheekbones, his big hazel doe eyes, and full pursed lips. My mom affectionately called me Angel Face, a name that probably grated on my sister every time it was spoken.
The attention she had once received, however little, was now shared with her new, and in her eyes, prettier sister. I’m not trying to sound vain, but honestly, I can’t recall ever doing anything that would have caused her to dislike me—other than simply existing.
“I don’t remember a time when my sister actually wanted to spend time with me.”
There were cruel pranks, like the time she convinced me to play a “fun” game where I’d spin around blindfolded, only to slam face-first into a brick wall.
The physical torment never seemed to stop, but the worst was yet to come.
“It was a gorgeous day in June when everything changed. School had just let out, and the apartment complex pool was finally open.”
My sister, as always, had convinced me to play one of her “games.” This time, she wanted to role-play as a paramedic, and I would be the drowning victim.
What could go wrong, Right?
I lay back in the shallow end, eyes closed, pretending to be unconscious. That’s when she straddled me, pinning me down with her full weight.
At first, I thought she was just playing the role. But then she slammed her hands down on my chest, forcing me underwater.
“This wasn’t part of the game“
I struggled to come up for air, but with each thrust on my chest, she forced me back down. The water filled my lungs, and I thrashed beneath her weight. Each time I gasped for breath, she pushed harder. The cold, emotionless look in her eyes told me this wasn’t a joke. I was drowning, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Just before everything went black, I reached out, clawing at her face in a desperate attempt to survive.
When I woke up, I was lying on the side of the pool. My sister was gone, and a neighbor was telling me to go home. He must have thought I’d fallen asleep in the sun. No one knew what had really happened.
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