Be gentle, I am not a writer and I probably have horrible grammar skills. I am bored as hell tonight so I figured I'd try one of these prompts. It's not super long because I suck. I wanted to try something that someone else might not have thought of and kind of shocked myself. anyway, hope you enjoy.
"I am fucking TIRED of sausage!" I spit into Pepper's face. She was so fucking stupid. Always messing up simple things like breakfast. All I wanted was a nice meal to start my day and my stupid sister was too dumb to make it correctly. I threw the sausage on the floor.
"Eat it, dummy." I told her. "Eat it, piggy."
She looked down at the food and kneeled. I was getting impatient. I pushed her face down toward the sausage. Her lack of emotion just pissed me off more. I hated that she was never angry or sad.
"Eat it, piggy. Then make me chocolate milk and cookies." She did as she was told, just like she always does.
There was a knock at the door. I got up and began to leave the kitchen but my arm began to go numb so I leaned against the wall to rest. The stupid dumb doctor said it was because I have to take my vitamins and that eating only meat and sweets is bad for you. But everyone else in the world is fine.
The knocking continued, louder this time. I made my way to the door and opened it. Timmy stood there with my candy. He was wearing a dumb shirt.
"That's a dumb shirt." I told him. He sighed and dropped the candy into my hand. Gummy bears again. I was tired of gummy bears and hoping for chocolate.
"Sure, Bill. Whatever you say." Timmy turned to leave. "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Bring me chocolate tomorrow!" I called after him. "And that's a dumb shirt!"
I loved that he had to bring me candy everyday. I bet he hated it. Maybe he should have thought about laughing at me when I lost my lunch money all those years ago. If he had been nice, I wouldn't have wished that he had to give me all of his candy. It was a four-year-old's bad language that translated into the wish causing him to bring me candy every day, even into our grown-up years.
There was a crash in the kitchen. It was stupid Pepper. I sighed and shut the door. She was such an idiot.
When I got to the kitchen I saw her frantically trying to clean up the broken glass of chocolate milk she dropped.
"I told you to make me chocolate milk, Pepper." I scolded her. "Did I say to break the glass?"
She shook her head.
"Then did you do what I told you to do, slave?" I got real close into her face. It was expressionless.
"Chew the fucking glass, slave." She didn't move.
I repeated myself very slowly, our eyes locked. She picked up some small shards of glass and brought them up to her mouth. I remained in her face. I swear she almost hesitated. I caught it. Which was kind of scary for a second. It made me second guess my powers. But it wasn't necessary, she popped the shards into her mouth and started chewing. I heard it crush and watched her face looking for any sign of pain. A small stream of blood came out of the corner of her mouth, as a tears began to roll down her face. I stared into her eyes and began to get angry.
I hated that she never showed emotion.