The legendary

Marie made sure i had sleepless nights from her terrific stories. She was a story legendary who had won many awards of parents gratitude on her focus. Focus is what she believed in and truly what she wanted she got. She had a couple of books in her library,what was driven by her beliefs that to be good in what you are doing there must be something behind it providing the physche mode. Though i, Mario did not have the interest. A day could pass, that truly we spent it pretty well with Marie and she could not dare terrify me. But when nights reached, the house was on fire as fear is all that banged my head. I had no options of resisting because if i resisted she being good in drama too could literally fear me up. This evening too was a no difference from the others and Marie was the same being i had known. Fiction took the better of me the whole night and sure it was a task that has no solution. Fighting between reality and fiction became a trouble and since i was all alone in the spacious bedroom, i had several nights in one night. Nightmares had always been my worst and it reminded me of when i was barely ten that i could sleep next to mommy when the nights became long. But i misused this opportunity by forging on all nights and as soon as mommy realized this, i was sent out of the bedroom and that's when i started learning on how to fight between my thoughts, emotions and truth. But barely had i resumed to well when this tormenting legendary Marie popped in. We were in two opposite bedrooms that were separated by a cardboard, that she could beat all night, make sure i scream to my loudest then tell me enjoy your night favourite sister. A sisterhood that i never knew either its origin or its end or its basis. Maybe it was forced by my mommy to give me company because sincerely bearing one kid in a many roomed house had gotten out of hand, and she had also become tired of my words that she became common to like"mommy a beast is after me, am scared of dark and when she opens the lights, mommy am terrified of lights. "Though in other days i just created a scene not to mean it. Talking of who i could punish best when given the opportunity to was Marie because that bitch had made my life real miserable and i hated miseries. She had made me loose interest in watching my likes like reality shows, Bollywood movies because she made fun of all this but what could i do? In case it was to be done to what capacity was i to make it? Though at some times she taught me ways on how to deal with the unfair world with herself being an example that the world had left behind. She always claimed that she learnt all by her own with none by her side at the same time claiming that she is a daughter to my mommy in short our first born, what a paradox! On asking she always said that yes she was but her habits made her move out of home, driving a point that her absentia was a punishment. But all that while? What i sweet lie i thought from mommy but time could tell all. Time tells and time counts in any situation that we pertake and the same time taught me that it discloses things, what i just added to it was patience. Thus reminding me of my grandpa who said that patience made him get a good wife that is my grandma though i really never saw it fruits but it was such a happy marriage. Looking at persons in their late sixty's handling themselves as if they were lovebirds in early teens. -Incredible! But again time turned all when grandpa turned to be a cheat at his late sixty's, socializing with women at late thirty's and early forty's what i never thought of but life made me see this maybe with it's own reasons. An habit that made grandma run away from our family trait. She cut off herself maybe still in the process of changing her surname , that to be left aside. But Marie's foundation is what troubled me, where she came from, at least if i knew her identity i could be good to understand all that were happening. Deep down some voice told me she was a fruit of my mommy then again deep down something told me that mommy had been very close to me and she could hide nothing from me. What a dilemma. I am 19 and Marie claims to be 21, two years ahead of mine but i cant guess what happened in her seventeen years because that is when she officially moved in with us but the most interesting part is that i never heard mommy talk about her, maybe she kept it folded because i was a parrot, i could write and that could feature in my writings and sure the power of a pen, OMG. She could have gone viral in spans of some good time, but none loves shame. Marie was smarter than i Mario and for that she was such a superstar but its to be noted that i always act smart to people who are smarter than i think for sometime, i learn their tactics be smarter than them, and they become of past because they have to accept defeat and i have to give some thank you notes because i enjoyed their game that they never managed to up it up. Internet became a friend to me, and what i frequently googled was how to act smarter, catch liars and how to get truth from a cheat. I had been innocent for some long time and my innocence created a grave inside me and my burial was awaiting but now i was out full force to hell with the grave and burial because furthermore i was never destined to failures what i had justifications about. But in all my research what i did away with was power of the pen and cursed my hands never to write anything i could find out as true or false in the investigations of my mommy's and her "first born daughter-Marie", never was i to. But after all this, i had to summon my mommy and at least nail her to know some little truth as a matter of fact