I lie in my bed, holding the covers up to my chin. The light from my lamp is dim. It bounces off the ceiling. When I was little, and Mom and Dad were still around, we used to make little shadows of dinosaurs in it. Taylor would even come in and play, and we all had...fun. I never changed anything in my room after they left, I always kept it the same. Even though it's been five years, my pale purple walls still have pink little flowers swirling around in the middle, my brown, wooden dresser with the cracked mirror still lies across from my bed, and my rounded nightstand still holds the old, dim lamp. I smile at the crack in the mirror. Dad and I were playing with a baseball when I threw it to him and he didn't catch it, creating a crack in the mirror. I didn't get in trouble, we all just simply laughed. Something I don't do anymore. To this day I still can't believe that they left. They seemed to love us so much. I guess they just wanted more money than to have to use it on kids.
Taylor is totally opposite of me. Instead of mourning over them and wishing them to come back, she envied them. Taylor painted over her green walls with blue, caught all her furniture on fire, even though we could've sold it, and bought new, white furniture. She has the same setup as my room, but it is a little bigger. The only thing she didn't change was the brown carpet, because we clearly couldn't afford new. She even cut her long, blonde hair into a short bob, and starved herself so she could lose a lot of weight. Taylor's hair has grown back to it's normal length now, and she has settled down, but any memory of them she just shoos away. She turned Mom and Dad's room into an office.
I feel so lonely at night. I just wished they would come back.
As if on cue, I heard a loud bark coming from the front of the house.
I ran to the front door and opened it. Briscoe shot in, dripping with water. It was pouring torrential rain outside. He shook everywhere, creating little water droplets on the walls.
I bent down and hugged him around his neck.
"You came back!"
I shut the door and ran to the other room to grab a towel. Taylor came out of her room, yawning and rubbing her head. Even after 3 hours of lying in bed, she still came out looking like a super model.
"What's all the commotion?" she managed to get out through her yawning.
"Uhhh." Briscoe came trotting around the corner as if to answer her.
"What is this?!" she asked
"Well duhh, but where did you get him?!"
"He came to me, he has a thorn in his paw and he needs help getting it out. He's very friendly. See? Just pet him."
She hesitantly stuck her hand out. Briscoe started to lick it.
"I told you so, now can you help me get the thorn out?"
"I guess so, but like, why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I didn't think it was that big of a deal since he took off."
"Oh, okay. Well, I guess you should go get the tweezers so we can pull this thorn out."
"Perfect! Thanks sis!"
I ran to the bathroom that sat on the opposite wall in-between both of our rooms. I opened up the brown cabinet and rummaged around until I found the metal tweezers.
I ran back to Taylor and handed them to her.
"Here you go, Taylor."
She took them from me and then looked at Briscoe.
"Alright, you stupid dog. Which foot is it?"
He stuck the paw with the thorn out to her.
"Hmmm, smart dog." she said
"I know, right? You should here the other things that he has done. Well first, he came leaping over to me when I-"
She waved her finger in the air and cut me off mid-sentence.
"Nice stories San, but tell me later."
Taylor never had the patience to listen to me.
She held Briscoe's paw and plucked the thorn out with her tweezers.
"There you go, all done."
"Thanks sis, by the way, can Briscoe stay with us."
"You mean until we find him a home?" she asked
"Well yah, I mean he has no other place to go."
"Well...I guess he can stay until we find him a home, but this doesn't mean we're going to keep him. That's the last thing I need, another mouth to feed."
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you, sis!" I fist pumped the air then ran over to her and gave her a hug.
She patted my arm.
"Yah, yah, yah."
She walked back to her room.
I looked down at Briscoe, and he looked back up at me.
"Do you know what this means Briscoe? Sleepover!"