intervention

(This is a letter i wrote for my sister for her intervention its tommorow, thurs. 25th 2010 4:30 pm, please read this and comment. Whethor the meetings over or not)

Where should I start, Kellsie theres so much i've forgotten about you, memories I've lost being replaced with new ones. I wish for those old memories to come back but, I think what would be best, is to focus on the present and make new memories.
Together to make memories of joy, to get rid of the old ones that I have now of you. It's quite strange, how mom and dad try to hide so much of you to me. Nana and Tara as well, and yet, I always find a way to get to know more about you then them in my own special way.
Sure, they've experianced more with you, know more about you then me, can do things for you that I can't. It's unfair really and yet, I've had my own fair share and it's what I hold onto. The memories of you, when I think of you, I think of those memories. Sometimes I may laugh to myself, thinking it's a little funny and just feeled with joy up inside of how much you've changed.
When I think of you kellsie, I think of a bird, one that flys around its nest and never leaves its home. Spotting something shiny, you fly over to it and is swooped up by a predator. For you, that shiny object is drugs and the predator, yourself. Can't you see it Kellsie? Yourself as a bird? Getting wrapped up in a whole lot of messes, going through so much drama? it's a bit funny when you think of it that way but in real life, its not all that funny at all.
The drugs hold you captive Kellsie, they keep you from your trueself. From the sister thats in my lost memories, the one who used to baby me all the time. I miss that Kellsie, the one who didn't do drugs, who didn't hang out with the wrong people. The one who seemed to care about my singing, to actually help me, you made me love music Kellsie. At first I only started music so I could be closer to you, to know more about you, to be you.
Now, shall I flip forward for you? To talk about the present? How you look to me, how close I feel to you, what I think of you? What I want to do with you? Do I love?
I'll start with the first one, how you look to me
On the outside, you look like a skeleton, with raggedy dyed blond, orange hair or whatever color you dye it, long legs and a small tummy, beak outs sometimes. Now, that may be what others see, but to me, what I see on the outside is a beautiful body, with hair that could be one of a goddesses, long legs and a small tummy of a model, and a wonderful complexion. Long, beautiful fingers that give off a warm feeling when touched by them.
How close I feel to you
I feel oddly distant even though im your sister. I feel left out, like you hide certain things from me to keep me as that cute, innocent, angel little sister you love and admire. The thing is Kellsie, I'm growing up as well and I know alot of things I probably shouldnt at this age. Like sex, and cussing, fights, drugs, killings, and alot of other things. You try to hide it from me when I've already been exposed to it. I want to talk to you about things with no holding back, no matter what its about. I want to be able to be able to talk with you and discuss things with no language watching, not language watching as in cussing. I want to know more about you, whethor good or bad.
What I think of you
I think of you as my water and that I'm the plant, you help me have strong roots and grow beautifully. Your like my light, the thing i chase after in the dark. Your my fuel for my car, having you makes me go, go, go. Your my blanket, the one trying to keep me warm, to protect me from the cold. Your my sister and i will forever and always love you.
So please, because I love you accept this offer. If you do, I'll get to see you alot more often, and know your safe. That you will not be hurt or manipulated by anyone and even if you get lonely, I want you to remember. That your ittle guardian angel, is always with you no matter what. That she, I, will love you even through the worst of the worst and believe in you.

Cinderella

I set the pile of laundry on the counter in the backroom as I wiped the sweat from my glowing forehead, looking over at my master Keil. He was a good king other then that he was a bit cruel. His crimson colored eyes met my aquamarine's and I blushed lightly looking away frantically.
* * *
Keil had only looked away from the fair maidens before his eyes only to see one greater. A young women probably just a few decades younger then himself, he looked her up and down. T her long curly blond hair that shimmered in the dark somehow, it was past her tailbone. Her eyes were entrancing and when her cheeks flushed rosy red he chuckled. She may have been a servant in his castle but even with her ice-cream vanilla colored skin covered in filth and rags, she was absolutely beautiful.
* * *
I had finally made it to my room settling on the bed as I messaged my aching feet, my feet pumping like my heart in pain. So much had happened after master Keil had looked at me, Ever since then Emelia had been giving me dirty looks. click!
"Huh?"
I went to the lock on my door, and I walked over to it trying to open it, but no luck. "Hello? Anyone there?" O called, my voice shaking, what was going to happen?
"There's no way I'm letting you out you despicable angel!" a snotty eerie voice went through my ears, it sounded familiar that voice!
"Emelia! Let me out" but there was no reply, she had gone, I could tell as I heard the clicks from her high heels get quieter and quieter and finally and finally, she was gone.
* * *
Emeila had opened the door to Keils bedroom, using her magic to make herself look like the angel girl, Mio.
"Mio?"
Keil sat up from his bed as Emelia caressed his arm seductively,
"Yes? Sorry, I know a peasant like me shouldn't be here"
she leaned in, "But I wanted to See-" she was interrupted as Keil moved his hands swiftly to Emelia's neck, stopping her breathing and glaring at her.
* * *
"Your transformation magic was so easy to see through Emelia" his voice was like ice, piercing through her skin like knifes. He threw her onto the ground roughly smirking and laughing lightly as he walked off, heading to Mios room knowing she was locked up. When he had snapped the door open Mio looked up at him, tears filling her eyes, just stunned! He smiled sweetly, something demons rarely did,
"My, my child whats wrong?" he asked.
"I-i cant stand it here I wish I could leave,"
"Then how about I take you away from here and grant your wish? On one condition though," he said slyly kneeling down to her height and brushing the back of his hand against her cheek.
* * *
My eyes widened, was he serious?
"A-alright, what do I have to do?"
"Marry me" he said in a sexy tone leaning in and kissing my peach colored lips ever-so-softly. When he opened his eyes to look into mine he smiled then looked at my red face and he laughed a bit.
"Well? get up"
I can't, my feet are to sore, I think I sprained my ankle"
Keil chuckled picking me up bridal style and walked out of the room heading out of his castle and spread out his black, black wings.
"We'll fly"
"Eh!?"
Before I could say anything else Keil had flew off into the sunset holding me in his arms, and repeated over and over again that he loved me.