Persephone's sister- Tallulah

    Tallulah had dark hair, sometimes chestnut,  sometimes mousy;  all depending on her mood. Sometimes Tallulah was stunning.  Other times, shhe was chubby and smooshy. She was usually always a creature that looked like she tasted like apple butter and roses. She wore clothes that blew in the breeze. She walked like a birch tree, arms swaying,  hair full of birds' nests. She smiled at strangers making them believe that butterflies and puddles deserved the same reverence.
     She lived between worlds of great love and great loss. There was never just a day that flatlined. Her joy on good days spilled over filling fountains and watering the flowers.  Her bad days brought the darkest clouds and most heart breaking sobs. She was blessed with feelings. She was cursed. When she wasn't loved, she was broken pieces of concrete.  When she was loved, she was a ferris wheel.
      Tallulah was born curious about the world. She wanted to name each bug, follow every ant, and poke every bear. Nothing in the natural world intimidated her. She was the youngest of the three sisters and the most feral.  She was concoction of silky innocence and wild rage.
     

Persephone's sister -the unnamed

She wakes up to a stinging sensation.  Her pale chunky legs are exposed to the air, outside the protection of the blanket.  He is sitting beside of her, hairbrush poised above her calf. You're awake,  he says. And he smiles. Genuinely happy to see her. He brings the hairbrush down on her thigh this time. The feeling is like a thousand ants biting her, but at least it is a feeling.  He smiles.  There is one thin strand of hair the has landed on her face. He reaches down and tugs it out of her scalp. He smirks at her, his crooked grin. His eyes are bright and happy. He uses the hairbrush to trace her thigh, then tosses it down. He stares at her fir a moment without speaking then silently stands and leaves

Persephone's sister - the unnamed

He said he was coming. She stared out the window,  her dress was clean and flowing, although ripped in a few spots.   She was ready to put on her makeup as soon as she heard from him. But the day drew on and he ignored her. She began to sob. The same shaking ridiculous cry she did each time he didn't show up. She believed that one day he would.  One day he would miss her and crave her touch.  One day she would be important enough.
    The demon appeared and stood over her. Shut up, she said. The demon was beautiful.  Nothing like her. The demon had golden hair and a long braid down her back. She dressed in the best blue velvet and had deep eyes that saw into forever.  The demon pulled out her belt. I said shut up! She screamed and flailed the belt towards the open window. The pain matched the pain on the inside. I told you to stop being selfish.  I am so tired of your constant whining. You are so needy! Why can't you just SHUT UP? The belt flashed again. This time when it landed, the demon turned into him, her love. He stood above her shaking his head. Its unattractive to constantly beg for attention.  It only pushes me away. You're too needy, no fun. You know I can only take you in small increments.  The sound of your voice is like a tree branch that cant decide whether or not to crack.  The rolls of fat you have make eating anywhere near you impossible.  Maybe if you cut off some of that belly, I might like you more... he pulled an axe from thin air and suddenly swung. The laughter that filled the room was that of a woman. The demon took her original shape and smirked. Go die, you stupid cow. And dont wake me up again with that sniveling. The axe landed above he her head
    She laid by the window,  snot and tears mixing down her face.  I'm nothing,  she said.  I'm nothing to him. Not to anyone.  I never have been.
   The purple bruises started to appear already.  She pulled the ax down from the wall and pulled it across her leg. The blood ran. She pulled the axe to her chest and laid her head on her pillow and cried herself to sleep