Every time Sara thought of her little brother, she wept with a depth she’d never felt for anyone else.
She loved her little brother.
And she was always responsible for everything he did wrong.
Constantly confused with someone who didn’t love anyone, her heart was often distracted with projections of heartless-ness.
“WHYyyyyy!?” Sara screamed it into the mirror so no one else would be harmed by her rage.
Even today, no one really understood how deeply Sara loved. At least that’s how it felt to Sara.
Not even her brother for whom she cried everyday could see past his own dark and heavy need for love. No, her brother couldn’t see her at all. She went to war with the devil for him as a baby, she stood for him as a tortured little boy growing up. She took risks with everyone in her family for her brother–the man who was willing to sell his soul again and again because he was desperately seeking recognition by those around him, anyone.
And Sara recognized him no matter how far down he went.
Even when the demons took over his body, she always saw her little brother’s soul, lost behind the glaring red eyes and pointed teeth, lost under the decaying skin of beings no one should ever have to see. She saw Gerard even when he blamed her for everything that went wrong in his life.
“It’s just the demons in him, that’s who’s talking.” Sara continued to believe, even after a lifetime of the same grueling hopeless fight, to find the light in him.
She didn’t want to believe it, but in her heart she knew it was over the day he met Diana. If even one bit of his soul had survived the first 50 years of his life, he’d be hard pressed to save himself now.
Two weeks later while in England her niece Kaitlin called to report that her Father had abused her. She was so frightened she ran down the street to her younger sister’s school to call their Mother. Sara wasn’t surprised, but her chest cracked from the weight of Kaitlin’s emotions.
Six months later, Diana spat in Sara’s face from the altar at her wedding to Gerard. her face was like a beautiful maiden’s on one side. On the other, that familiar disintegration was happening and only Sara saw it. Everyone else in the congregation that night sat staring in unconscious bliss. Even the minister’s skin was decaying.
“She’s got control over him,” Sara felt her own bones turning to dust under her skin. “And now she’s going after my parents and the girls.”