An Instant Daughter

A 13 or 14-year old girl whom I know turns out to have her parents go somewhere, so she had to be left to me. For some reason though, she is suddenly at 8 or 9 years old, though she looked exactly as she really does. So I had to take her home with me and get used to raising her as my own child. She has already started calling me Mommy. 

At home, I remembered that my parents and I are moving to a bigger house, so I was relieved that I would get a bigger bedroom, since I bought new pieces of furniture. I guess the new house would also be suited to us since I now have a daughter. 

Since she just transferred to a new school, I had to bring her to class and sit in with her on her first day. It was great that she seemed to do well. As I sat on my chair though, I noticed Sosuke (someone I REALLY like) sitting on one of the desks, and he was practicing writing in script on pieces of yellow pad. I looked over his shoulder and noticed how uniform his handwriting was. I saw my daughter watching me, and giving me a look that seemed to tell me she knows I like him. I gave her a look that said she should not pay attention to me and should pay attention to her lessons instead. 

After a while, a principal or a teacher came in, and told me that my daughter seems to be able to adapt to her new environment well so I might not have to sit in all day. I turned to her and whispered to her to convince Sosuke that I can “read” people’s handwritings, so that he would have a reason to come by our house. My daughter gave me a knowing smile that said, “consider it done,” and I felt that a bond has formed between us. She also seemed to say that she did not mind having Sosuke as her dad. 

As I stepped out of the classroom, I looked at her and said “Grazie!” We were going to have coffee after class so she smiled and I knew she was looking forward to drinking coffee. 

Tantrums

We were living in a HUGE house. Shiny wooden floors, big, spacious rooms, wide staircases, walk-in closets, and long hallways. 

I was in one of the bedrooms, I think I was either napping or watching TV then falling asleep. Beside my bed is another bed. It was somebody else’s bedroom, but it was still our home. I think it was a spare bedroom for visiting relatives. At the far end of the room is another bed, and on it slept this tall curly-haired perfect-looking pretty girl. Across the bed where I was on was the door going to the bathroom. 

After a while, a guy I used date whom we shall call Mr. Crow came in. He said he wanted to take a nap and went beside me. In my head I was thinking that after all this time we have never kissed, at all. And then suddenly we kissed, very briefly. As we did so, I was thinking, isn’t it supposed to feel like something? Why don’t I feel anything at all? Then I decided it must be due to the fact that I’ve totally gone over him ages ago. So I said that must be it. I think he felt it and turned away, then gently tapped my chin or my lips with his finger and said something like I’m starting to kill with my tongue or with my words or something, but I don’t fully remember. Then he got up and said he had to go to the bathroom. Around the same time, the pretty girl woke up and was about to go to the bathroom as well. Mr. Crow went in, then asked her to come in as well, and she giggled and went in, and then he slammed the door. I could hear her laughing inside, and then I stormed out of the room. I was surprised to find myself feeling crushed and devastated. I decided to leave the house and shop and not come back for a long time. 

I stepped out, and realized I was in my jimjams, so I went back in. I went up the stairs, to my parents’ bedroom. Apparently they were not at home, doing rich-people stuff. I went to my mom’s closet or dresser and took out a spare wallet or purse and took her extra credit card. It was owned by both of them but I think it was named to one of them. I took it and changed into more proper clothes, and started going out. However, I suddenly had the feeling that I shouldn’t be caught by my parents that I’m running away, because it will fail to scare them. It was like briefly, it was them I was feeling hurt about instead of Mr. Crow. So I went back up and decided I should bring more stuff than just the credit card. 

So I sneaked back downstairs and the staircase became the one we had in our old home. I whispered to our helper to get me my wallet and my bag which is in the living room, then I mentioned I also needed a towel or a bathrobe, but I need my wallet and my bag first. Later on she came up and gave me a bathrobe or towel, and then I said she should just get me my bag and wallet, and to hurry. She finally gave them to me and I went back inside my parents’ room, which has now turned into the old bedroom in our old home. I was frantically stufifng things into my bag so I could leave. 

Then I heard the helper coming up, and she said someone came to see me. She said it was my sister, and that she assumed it’s okay if my sister found out about my plans, because I can tell her about them. But it was Pancakes (a charming girl friend I used to have, who turned out to be loony and so we’re not friends anymore) but she was my sister at the same time. I told her I was broken hearted or something and had to run away. But then my sister was also there suddenly and she was asking Pancakes how she is, and I could see that Pancakes was lying through her teeth about something (she does that on a regular basis). So anyway it was time for me to leave, and I sneaked out through the front gate, and I noticed that everything is its filthy rich environment again and the gate was so huge it was like the gates of some heaven. However, suddenly, my sister is joining me and she has invited our “samurai” friends so we can all go out of town and I can rant all I want and they can comfort me. When I stepped out into the wet (it had been raining) and wide and empty street, there were three silvery Porsche-like cars waiting, and I crouched behind them in case my parents arrived. The most convenient car to get into belonged to Toshirou, so I climbed in, and realized I was close to tears because I was reminded of my experience. 

My sister and rode in another car, I think she was with her boyfriend, and then other friends were in the other car. As we drove forward, Toshirou asked me what happened and told me to tell him everything because it was going to be a long ride. As it turns out, we were going to his rest house somewhere in the south. 

We stopped over at a coffee shop which he apparently owns. We decided to wait there because the other 2 cars were left behind. As the car slowed down, a woman was suddenly with us, and she was this annoying dense person who just decided to tag along and she kept talking to Toshirou, totally oblivious of the reason why we all went out of town and what Toshirou wanted me to talk about. I was patient and let her butt in because I was too tired to argue.

Inside the coffee shop, Toshirou sat across me and told me to continue with my story. However, the girl suddenly sat beside him and started talking to him. We let her be and then when she stopped, Toshirou asked me to continue. However. she tried getting his attention again because she didn’t like it when Toshirou ignored her. Finally, Toshirou shushed her because he was getting impatient and wanted to hear my story. The girl wouldn’t stop and tugged at his sleeve. Then I got so annoyed and stood up and banged on the table with my hands and stepped out. Toshirou ran after me and said I shouldnt be upset, and he knows she’s really annoying. The girl followed us and was watching if the show has been stolen from her. I think Toshirou asked her to leave us or get back inside because she just became insignificant. Toshirou was telling me he owns the place anyway so he can tell the people not to let her in or something. 

When my mood got better, we stayed outside, sitting by the door. I noticed a black dog nearby, and Toshirou started playing with him by pushing the door a little, hence pushing the dog who’s on the other side of it. He laughed a little then picked on something small and black from the dog’s face. It was dried skin coming off from the dog’s recovering wound. Then he gave it to the dog and told me to watch its reaction. The dog licked the small black skin, then realized it was his own, coming from his own wound, and then he began to wail, so loudly that my skin crawled. Apparently, it was a very bad thing for dogs to lick their own skin / scab because it was just as bad as a person eating his own intestines or something. I don’t remember much but it was like an abomination in dog-culture or something. I slightly reproached Toshirou and asked him never to do it again. 

Later on we stood by the side of the road, still in front of the cafe, and waited for the others. I asked him about me storming out of the cafe, and if I did any damage and he said I shouldn’t worry because he took care of everything. I asked if what he did is really allowed, and he said it’s something he does as extra service for friends he cares for. Then I hugged him and said he’s so nice and sweet, and I felt like he was almost my brother. He didn’t hug back and was a little embarassed because it turns out the people from the cafe were watching us. I felt their eyes on my back.

A Strange Family

It was a long series of events, and I remember feeling like I’ve lost all hope about finding happiness in any possible or dreamed of relationship. Then I found two women, and one of them said she can give me to a family who lives in seclusion, and they are looking for a partner for their son, and she said she is sure I will not have anything to worry about anymore. She told me though, that if I get it, I should never try to get out or change my mind because they will hunt me down and kill me, for the son and his mom are very possessive people. For a moment I was scared, but then I decided that I’m not going anywhere anyway so might as well disappear into their secluded house. 

So, one of the women led me inside a normal looking house, then we came into a room with a big wooden dresser. She asked me to climb up and when I get to the top of it, I should push open the ceiling right above it, and I’ll be able to enter the home of the strange family. 

I had a hard time climbing up, because I only slightly opened each drawer and used them as steps. They were very easily broken though, and I kept falling back to the floor. I eventually managed to get up though, and I would myself in a dark place with several steps leading to different rooms. 

Next thing I remember, I was lead to some kind of receiving room which was connected to a dirty kitchen, and a lady assistant told me to wait. There were several other people waiting, but I realized they were there for “screening” if they would be good for anything. Later on, I discovered that those who have no use for the family were killed, and some body parts were preserved and piled horribly in one of the rooms. I remember seeing piles of lower jaws and pelvises and male private organs and gums and lungs and hearts, all dried up and still very red and shiny. I knew I was not going to be harmed in that way though, because there was an air of excitement which announced that there is finally a partner for the son. Suddenly, the woman who lead me inside told me not to mind if the son is a short man, and that I am slightly taller than he is. I thought of a midget, though I said to myself it can’t be that bad. Besides, I can always choose to die, or try to escape and die.

So finally, I was brought into a room, and it was the son’s room. It had thick floral rugs a polished walls, but the furniture inside were broken like the drawers I stepped on to get there, though apparently the son was using them as they are. Beds, couches, tables, and chairs all had shaky and almost destroyed legs, huge splinters sticking out of them. Suddenly, the son came, and he was really short, like he only reached up to my shoulders, but he looked scary as hell. He was pale and had slightly long straigh hair, with a mad look in his eyes. I wanted to run away immediately, but I was way inside the secluded home already, and told myself I want to see how things would go. As he closed the door behind him, I heard murmurs outside of excitement of how the son and I will get along. When we sat down to talk, his mother came in - she was a huge, fat, dressed up woman with short wavy blond hair, in a tight long floral dress. She looked at me and sized me up, then told the son to leave so that she and I can talk instead. Then we were suddenly in a huge study room with big dark shelves and big musty couches. She gave me some bags because she said she likes me for her son. She warned me though, not to want to get away, because I might have to pay for it in ways I can’t imagine, and I thought about the body parts. I learned somehow that they cut up the person alive and just let him or her bleed to death or die in pain. 

Later on she said she has to go somewhere and shop, and that she will buy me more things if I want them. I told her I didn’t anything as of the moment so she set off and said she will bring me back something I might like. Then I went to the bathroom which was a very huge but plain one, full of small green tiles, and I went to one side where the shower, a faucet, and a small basin was. Suddenly it became a public shower room for girls, and Ururu-chan was there, in a shirt and shorts, carrying some clothes for changing. She was so excited to see me and said that Hollow, Toshirou, and my sister were waiting outside. After we take a shower, we should go see them outside so we can go to dinner. 

I immediately found a way to get out, by going with them and acting like I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to leave.I decided to just see how things will turn out, because I realized I didn’t want to stay with the family because I felt trapped and like I would never see the outside world again, and the son was too scary, and the mom was too overpowering. And somehow, I knew that Toshirou would fight them off as best as he can, though it wasn’t anything romantic in nature. I just knew he’d fight because it was the right thing to do. So, later on, Ururu-chan I were stepping out, and then the mom came back. She saw us leaving the room, and she told me or us to come back again and visit often. It was like suddenly, I was free to go, though I know I was still being carefully watched, and I can’t even think about totally cutting off my ties from them. I could feel the tension growing in the house already as we stepped out, because the mom has given me bags which means I’m tied to them in some way, yet they will have to tell the son that I have chosen to live a free life, though not totally free. It was like, I was still tied to them, yet I was given the opportunity to step out with my friends, which totally makes the role of the son insignificant, as my supposed partner. So anyway, as I carefully stepped out with them, Ururu-chan found an object of some sort which she found very cute, and I whispered to her to put it back. I wanted to warn her because I knew that if they gave it to her, she would be tied to the family in some way too. However, she seemed not to hear me and expressed to the mom how cute the object was, then the mom said she can have it. She exclaimed her delight then continued to walk on, while I worried that someday we will both have to “pay our dues” to the family in the secluded house. I had so much in my mind. I wanted to talk to all of them about what was happening. but I knew there would be no time or opportunity for a long conversation as that, and that I might have to be back soon.I want to tell Toshirou so he can at least talk to them when I or we (Ururu chan and I) are back in the house, or he can plan how to get us out. My fear was quickly growing, and I woke up, my relief beyond words. 

Black Plane

I was in a small black plane being flown by my dad. We were all going to some kind of family vacation. However, later on, the plane was flying lower and I started seeing vehicles on the streets more clearly and I was scared we might hit the buses below. Some people in nearby vans were also sort of panicking. However, we never really touched the other vehicles. I kept thinking we’ll be safe and then the next phase was that we were already in some kind of bigger plane or a ship which was the next part of our trip. There were several people I supposedly know and I felt that everyone there are quite okay to have around, and I felt so comfortable and content about everything. 

Sims Lightning? And My Gramma with The Speed of Lightning :D

Okay, so I was walking on a well-lit sidewalk late at night, I think that was around 11:40 PM. It was a small, quiet town, and the streets were empty. All houses were square and looked alike and I noticed that all were in pastel colors. I passed some houses with their front doors open, or with screen doors which allowed me to see inside. There was a family with a messy living room, and the daughter was lying down lazily on a sofa, and the son was somewhere on the floor. I’m not sure if he was playing with the toys scattered around. The mom was in the kitchen or dining area, and I think she was saying something about the mess. 

Suddenly it started to rain and I heard the distant sound of thunder so I wasn’t afraid. The sidewalk I was on, right outside the homes, had a roof over it, but I was nearing the corner, which was no longer well-lit and had no roof. So I stopped walking and looked up to see how heavy the rain is, because I might need to stay in one of the houses. I stopped in front of the house of an old woman who lives alone. I think she was preparing dinner or cleaning up after it or something. I hesitated knocking on her door because I know I had to go to the grocery before it closes, and that is the reason why I needed to turn left at the corner, because straight ahead after turning left, is the back or side entrance of the grocery. 

So I paused and pondered, and looked up. A tall and thin tree stood next to a lamppost, and suddenly, lightnight strikes it. Briefly there was a tiny explosion, and the center of the tree starting burning.I looked around to ask for help to put out the fire, but I was totally alone and the people in the houses didn’t seem to care whatever happened outside. I ran back and tried to look for someone who might seem to want to help but found that only a small portion of the sidewalk is well-lit; I don’t know what happened to the rest where I came from. When I ran back to the front of the old lady’s house where I could see the tree, I noticed that the fire has died down, and vaguely, I remembered that in Sims 2, lightning occasionally strikes trees and outdoor furniture and they burn but they instantly die down too. 

Since the rain was still pouring, I knocked on the old lady’s door and asked if I can just sit down at the living room and promised not to bother her. (I remember her as one of our neighbors in our old home when I was a kid, and when I didn’t feel like staying at home I’d go to her house, to her annoyance, but of course I didn’t know that back then.) Suddenly, there was some kind of shift, and my mother’s mother, my grandma, came by, driving a small blue car and she told me to hop right in and we would go to the grocery to meet my parents. I did and she drove so fast that I thought we were both going to die. We turned left at the corner and I saw the double doors of the grocery, but my grandma isn’t stopping! We sped through the doors while IN the car and the security guard stepped back to save himself from being run over or dragged. 

Next scenario my mom and my grandma were putting things inside a push cart, and I noticed that my grandma bought huge bottles of shampoo and conditioner and I realized that she and my mom are very similar in that way and how they like to take care of their looks and how they like buying beauty products in huge amounts. Then I noticed a shelf featuring new products from a familiar brand, and I noticed a huge purple glossy bottle of something which I don’t remember now, and I was so taken by the packaging and the color and I think how it smelled, that I was already starting to think that I might need it. Suddenly my sister was there, and I was telling her about it, and she was also quite amazed but then changed her mind and felt lazy to go to the counter and have to pay for it. I wanted to buy it but suddenly I felt the same way and wondered if I really do need it. But the purple color and the glossy packaging was very attractive. I’m not sure if I bought it but later on, I had to line up for the counter. My parents and my grandma were in a separate line because there was a faster, separate section for senior citizens. As I fell in line, I noticed that the counter looked like it was meat shop counter because it was all messy and the light was orange like in local meat shops. I made a comment that something didn’t match and one or two people laughed and agreed with me.