SisterI watch you as you sit and do your homework. You sit there notrealizing what he did to you. How he had Mastermind change yourmemories. You talk about a happy childhood. But I know thetruth. I know that those happy memories are nothing more than anillusion. You talk about that day at the carnival. About how muchfun we had. That memory is an illusion. I remember that day. Itwas one of the most painful days of my life. I wanted to help you. Deep down I knew what he was doing was wrong. But he kepttelling me it was the right thing to do. That it was the best for youto be there. And I ignoring my gut I believed him. I would havebelieved anything he had told me. I believed him and now you aresuffering. All though to the outside world you seem perfectlyhappy. But others didn't know you before he got to you. A part ofme wants to snap you out of the illusion he thrust you into. I'drather have you hate me then to see you like this. But maybe I'mbeing selfish.
FatherUsually sitting still drives me nuts. Yet for some reason right now it doesn't bother me. Maybe it's because I have so much on my mind. I try to make sense of all the thoughts running through my head. Maybe if I write them down I'll be able to make sense of it all. I move from where I had been sitting on my bed and, with a sigh, head to my desk. Sitting down I take out a piece of paper and grab a pen. For a moment I stare at the paper. Then I start writing.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I hate it. I hate what he's doing. What he believes in. I hate what he did to Wanda. Despite all that I can't hate him. Despite all that I follow him and do as he tells me. And for what reason? His approval. My whole life that's all I've longed for. All I've ever wanted. But I've never gotten