Life is Hard

My Darling Dumb Brother...is dead?

"Where is he?"

I've just returned from spending time with my Aunt for 9 months and can't find my brother.

"My lady..."

"Answer me."

"He's 6 feet away my lady..."

"What do you mean Ronald?"

"..."

Why won't he answer me?

"What. Do. You. Mean. By. 6. Feet. Away."

"6 feet down below our feet my lady.."

I find myself grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him to the ground before leaving and coming back with a shovel and handing it to Ronald.

"Dig. Him. Up."

"Lady Bishop-"

"Dig. Him. Up."

"Yes ma'am..."

Ronald then began to dig my brother out of the ground and I gently placed my hand to his cold dead chest and he slowly awoke coughing up blood as I turn him into a snake temporarily till he can heal. It'll be easier to help him this way..

Maybe I can convince father he's just a snake and to help him. Or aunt Charlotte could help. It seems my dear Richard has been dead awhile now...

"My lady- how'd- How did you-"

"No need to worry Ronald. A woman never tells her secrets. Anyways, how long has my brother been dead without you telling me?"

"He's... he's been dead since a month after  you left Catherine.."

"So my brother died 8 months ago and no one has fucking cared to tell me?"

I can feel my blood boiling and as much as I love Ronald as a person I want to murder him currently.

"Well my lady- you were with your aunt and nobody wanted to interrupt that time you two had together."

"First of all fuck you. Second of all I will not hesitate to call my father and tell him you called America a filthy trash pit of all the people the other countries didn't want again and he will kill you."

"My lady, we both know Patrick would never listen to you."

Ah crap. He caught my bluff.

"I- well I-"

We hear a gruff and choked voice from the ground,

"Sis, mind help-helping me up? Gods this hurts like hell. Feels like I've slept like the dead though"

Before I can catch myself I feel my body rushing into my brother and giving him a large hug. It's easy to forget how nice it is to hug your idiot siblings.

"Sis...I was dead wasn't I..."

"Mhm..."

"How'd you-"

"Doesn't matter."

I'm livid and it's clear but I help him get up and I lead him through the garden into the manor we live in.

See, it wasn't always this way, me,Richard,Ronald,Constantine,Stacy,Alistair, and two others who don't live here with us were all stuck in a couch for many years, me and my brother the longest.

Me and Richard were stuck in our fathers cursed couch for 400 years. Our mother told us the story of our father,Patrick Alarie,

A demonic snake god who is the son of Satan that married our mother and had us. Then our mother, Alice Bishop, saved our town by drowning Patrick in holy water.

I vaguely remember him back then since I was 5. Mostly just the fact that some towns people tried to drown me and my brother because we inherited our fathers deep red eyes with snake pupils.

I'm getting of topic but, mother when we were 15 told me and Richard the story thinking we were old enough to not be idiots. Low and Behold my brother later that night comes to me talking about summoning our father and as an idiot I agree.

Patrick ripped one eye out of each me and my brother and put them in his couch then locked us in the couch as snakes for nearly 400 years.

The two of us only got out because a group of teenagers that really hate our dad destroyed the couch.

Inside the couch it was dark. Unexplainably dark. A void with absolutely nothing. I tried to scream from inside but nothing came out.

All of a sudden we fell into the real world. A bright and sudden burst of color and noise.

Now, Here we are. Twins who are now 16 that know just enough American history to maybe pass a 4th grade test on it.

Back to reality now.

"Richard dear, who killed you"

"Some guy"

I roll my eyes, very hard, at my brother.

"Some guy with a creepy ass smile"

"Mhm... go on"

"Some guy with a creepy ass smile,black swept over hair,bloodshot eyes and a shitty suit"

"And what did he do to you Richard?"

"stabbed me. He broke into the house and I tried to defend the others and in the process I died."

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

Who the hell thinks they can just come in here and murder my brother. He's my fucking twin.

I lift my petticoats and run to my room to grab my crowbar then run out of the white Marble mansion, running over the garden smashing flowers and plants me and Stacy spent weeks working on.

I run for awhile not really knowing where I'm going, the wind trying to push me back as I run through the fields and woods and towns, then I pause. I have no clue who did this to my brother and now I have no clue where I am. Damnit.

A strange man that takes awhile to recognize appears on the street. I don't realize who he is because he's wearing a new suit along with a mask.

Normally he wears a blue suit with a red,white and blue tie and also normally he allows his form to be around a normal tall human size.

Today my..father decided to appear in a form that stands roughly at 8 foot tall and is in a blood red suit and tie with black lining.

"Father."

"Oh sweet Catherine~ how are you today?"

"Father shut up."

"Who's the immortal snake god here"

As he says this he summons a snake and I roll my eyes at him. My father is an insufferable prick.

"Dad,I'm not here to fight you. Someone killed Richard"

"Oh yay! Bout time that little shit died! Want to have a party?"

He snaps his fingers and American flag party hats pops on our heads

"I have the ability to bring people back from the dead, Father."

"Damn it kid. You got my hopes up for nothing?"

He snaps again and the party hats disappear.

"Father I'm off to go figure out this bullshit."

Compared to my father in this tall form I am very short, so I decide it's the perfect time to hit him in the balls with my crowbar before continuing out through the woods. I hear him groan and I look back to see him vanish in a pop of rainbow glitter.