Pix woke up to her brother’s annoying screams. They weren’t uncommon, for he had nightmares quite regularly, she thought it was a lack of his mental strength but on the rare occasions that her mother was here, she assured her it was just a phase, that he will grow out of it when he embraced his evil. Pix always reminded her that she never had nightmares like that when she was his age, but her mother always said that “hopefully she will but very different ones” whatever that meant. Pix sighed as she sat up and smoothed out the part of her hair always stood up in the morning, all the while yelling at her brother to shut up… he didn’t listen. “IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I’M GOING TO GO IN THERE AND CUT OFF YOUR TOUNGE SO THAT YOU WONT BOTHER ME WITH A PEEP FOR AS LONG AS YOU SURVIVE!!” She roared, ” which won’t be long if your screams bother me again!” She was answers with silence, “fool knows what’s good for ’em” she hhh