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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

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"Shit, Az, watch it Keith's been bitching about the noise."
"Urrpp, fuck 'im. Fuckin fachist. You know, you know, you know..."
And Az was out on her feet. Wes leaned her up against the wall and leaned againt her to hold her up while he flexed his shoulder and arm, it had gotten sore hauling her up the stairs.

He looked at her and saw how the norms looked at her; long scraggly dark hair that was usually matted at the back and allways hiding her face. She didn't bath often enough and distained anything girly that could be construed as maintaining her appearences. Her clothes were replesent with food stains and dog hairs. He never could figure where she picked up dog hairs cause she didn't have a dog, no one she hung with had a dog (as far as Wes knew). She never stayed in the same apartment for more than a couple months (that's when the rent would start bouncing and the neighbours would start complaining about the noise and the smell of garbage). She was incapable of holding any sort of work. She would get fired from vounteer work. Her breath smelled like asse. And, she was his sister.

Az started out as Sandra, with a soft a, and when she read "The lion, the witch & the wardrobe" she became fascinated with Azreal. She memorised everyline he said in the whole series. That may have been an indication of her future obsessive-compulsive behaviour. Wes started calling her Az as a joke and it just stuck.

Wes is 3 years her junior and has always been the older of the two. Az never seemed to grow past her fourteenth birthday. She has always retained her rebeliousness and found a devine calling at getting under everybodys skin and on their nerves. She had a talent for being an olympic caliber pain in the asse at the best possible times.
The summer of her fourteenth birthday was probably the turning point in their lives. Az was becoming a young adult and she was spending all of her time with friends, always skiping school, her tutors, band practice, dinner. Wes had gone to summer camp, after spending 2 months begging, pleading, and whining to his parents. It was kinda fun, some of his friends from school were there and one kid from the block was there with his crybaby little brother. The would spend all night devising ways of making the little baby cry or squeal to the camp counselours. But it was also kinda sucky, you had to do what you were told and if you wanted to anything that wasn't on the list of scheduled activities you had to get permision and beg on of the CC's to supervise. That and the lake was freakin cold.

When camp was finally over Wes was busting to tell everybody how awsome it was, just to rub their noses in it. All his friends were jealous of him cause of all the stuff he did at camp (although he did freely embelish most of it). Except for Az. She was like a different person. She was never a girly-girly like their mom or some of her friends, but now she seemed to ab trying to push people away. Her closet was almost empty. His mother said she had come home one night and burned everything in her closet in the bar-b-que pit and almost everything in her drawers before they had noticed and stopped her. She wouldn't say why and wouldn't talk to her friends anymore. If they came to the door she would say something sarcastic and mean then slam the door in their faces. She seemed to get pleasure out of actually hitting them with the door if they wearn't fast enough. And she would throw books at Wes if he came into her room.Their parents tried to pretend this was a phase and thought they hid their little conversations about "maybe getting her some help" from him. But he always heard, people forget kids hear everything.

Before they could get her to see a therapist, she got arrested for attempting to set a stray cat on fire. She hadn't actually done it, she just doused it with gas and was threatening to throw a match at it. The story was that she was trying to impress some of the "bad" kids in the neighbourhood but went too far. They only wanted to be seen as "bad" not actually be "bad". He read the pamphlets his mom hid in the side-board about schziophrenia. He understood what it was, but he couldn't get "why"?

Since then, he's always tried to look after her.

7 Comments:

  • Initially I thought that this Character could have been Alice - the skater girl.

    Also, I have done a little reading on how traumatic experiences cause people not to go skitso, but to fracture off multiple personalities. Maybe the two are the same. I dunno. But age 14 was a turning point in her life. For Wes, he sounded just pumped about camp, so maybe something happened to her.

    Or perhaps she's bearing some guilt for something she did and that caused her to create multiple personalities to deal with it.

    Interesting twist.

    By Blogger Aaron, at 6/08/2005 04:12:00 p.m.  

  • O i think I know what happened.

    By Blogger Aaron, at 6/08/2005 04:14:00 p.m.  

  • hmmm, don't give it away. it's a secret. 8)

    By Blogger DsK, at 6/09/2005 04:43:00 p.m.  

  • hmm intresting i have an inkling what may of cause her to be that way hmmm.. i like the perspective on this from Wes point of veiw

    By Blogger me, at 6/10/2005 08:23:00 p.m.  

  • Well, Azrael is also a name for an angel of death or something. So Wes is sort of cursing her by calling her Az.

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