Sibling things

Me and my sister tried to kill each other, LITERALLY. Her name is Bryanna and we are 18 months apart. On T.V you see siblings fight of course, but not like we did. Siblings on T.V (girls especially) fight about makeup and borrowing each others things without asking. I can kinda see what had started the fighting; It was jealousy. My mom had me at a young age and ended up leaving my life when I was two so it was just me and my dad for a while until my sister was born. I didn’t like the fact that she had both parents and I didn’t. But my sister was jealous of the fact that I mainly had our dad’s attention because he was my only parent he wanted to give me as much attention as she got from both parents combined. I can only remember but so much. Here’s the first incident that I remember. “Push her” my conscious said.

“NO!” I tried fighting back.

“Just do it, you know you want to and it will be funny.”

“NO! I’ll get in so much trouble”

“Push her now!” Splash! Is all you heard when I pushed her in. It was hilarious to my six year old self.

“Imani!” My big cousin screamed. I turned around so quick and she was right in front of me, I knew I was in a lot of trouble. “I can not believe you just pushed your sister in the well!” my cousin said in anger as she tried to retrieve my sister from the deep water.

“I didn’t mean to, I promise. I tripped.” I tried to cover my ass.

“No she didn’t she pushed me!” Bryanna said as she was sobbing. I gave her a dirty look and started faking concern for her.

“Bree are you ok? I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes you did, you’re a liar!”

“Hey!” My big cousin said to her because that’s a word that we were told not to use. I was able to get out of trouble that day. I always wondered how I got myself out of that one. I knew my sister would retaliate so I kept my guard up, even at six and four/five we were pretty smart. I would always watch her around my food and I’d wait till she fell asleep to go to sleep. I knew she wakes up before me so I even tried to wake up before her. It wasn’t that I was scared of her, I just wanted to make sure she couldn’t get to me. A few weeks after the well incident, she got me back. She got me back real good. I was on the floor playing with my DS, and my dad was ironing his clothes. He walked out of the room to grab his shirt from his room to also iron.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed in pain when the hot iron hit my chest. I got up and I saw my dad running back in to see why I was screaming. I jumped up and down crying and yelling at my sister. I couldn’t believe she went that far. For once, she actually got in trouble. -- but not because she pushed it on me, because he told us not to go near the iron. After that we went in. I mean we really tried killing each other. “What’s this dad?”

“Boot cleaner put it down it’s not a toy.”

“OK!”  The night of the ear spraying incident my family had a little get together. Of course it was a no kids allowed thing so me and my sister stayed upstairs in our parents room. It was bigger and because it wasn’t our room we loved to be in there. I was such a night owl so of course my sister fell asleep before I did. I began to mess with her, she was a heavy sleeper. I started pulling her hair and trying to push her off the bed. I got bored with doing after a while. I saw the boot spray again. I wasn’t gonna do it because I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to ease my way out of it. I ended up doing it anyways. She woke up when I did it and she went right back to sleep. I didn’t expect her to wake up screaming a few mins later but she did. My dad her mom ran up the steps to see what happened and why she was screaming. I threw the boot cleaner across the room so they would think that she was just screaming. She fully woke up and told our parents what had happened. I tried to lie but come on I couldn’t ease my way out of this one. She got special treatment the whole time I was on punishment. She was able to pick the food she wanted to eat and go to the store as much as she wanted. I hated it. The special treatment did not last for long though. It was about a week after I got off punishment and we were upstairs playing. Our parents then soon told that it was time to go to bed. We had made the stan that held the T.V. up wobbly. We didn’t say anything to our parents simply because we did it on purpose. When she was laying in bed I was getting my night clothes out from the dresser that was attached to the stand. She started to kick the stand and the leg finally snapped and the T.V. fell on my head. I screamed in pain. I had blood coming from the top of my head but I didn’t feel it till it got in my eyes. I screamed some more. My dad came flying into the room to see what I was screaming. He saw how much blood was coming from my head and rushed me to the hospital in his house coat. He didn’t ask questions so when the doctor asked what happened I had to explain. I ended up getting 4 stitches that night. My dad was instructed to keep me up for four hours because I had a concussion. I didn’t go to school the next day and he stayed home with me because I was up all night. My sister and I had done many other things to each other that if I went into details I would be writing a twenty page essay. As we got older our fighting turned into little bickering that you would see t.v. siblings fight over. For a few years after the trying to kill each other stage was over we didn’t really feel like sisters. We wouldn’t talk to each other much unless we had to. It did upset me knowing that my little sister didn’t want to talk to me and I didn’t really want to be bothered with her. Around the age of 13 and she was 11 my grandmother sat us down and told us that we need to start acting like sisters because at the end of the day family is what will always be here for each other. We really did listen to our grandmother and started acting like sisters should act. Now at the age of 17 and 15 we are inseparable. Our parents ended up splitting up and she now lives with her mom and I am with my dad. We go out and talk on the phone all the time now. I love her to death and it’s vice versa with her. I don’t think that I would change our past relationship because we both reminisce about all the things that we did. I can say that my grandmother’s words of wisdom really shaped a great relationship between the two of us.