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MidReal Story
The Unraveling of Us
Scenario:A story about a druggie alcoholic 16 year old brother named Nik, a middle 6 named Anora who struggles with sleep and an 20 year old older sister named deserae who doesn't want to leave her siblings alone when she goes to college
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Deserae Thompson
protective, and determined. Deserae feels the weight of her family's problems, particularly her brother Nik's addiction and her sister Anora's sleep disorder. Despite her desire to escape through college, she remains committed to helping them. Her relationship with her siblings is strained but loving, as she tries to navigate their complex family dynamics.
Anora Thompson
sensitive, and dependent on her siblings for care. Anora often wakes up during the night due to nightmares or discomfort from her condition. Her presence adds a layer of responsibility for Deserae as she tries to ensure Anora's wellbeing while dealing with their brother Nik's problems.
Nik Thompson
troubled, and vulnerable. Nik's behavior causes tension within the family, especially with his sister Deserae who tries to help him. His addiction leads to destructive actions like stealing from his family and causing chaos at home. Despite his struggles, he shows glimpses of remorse and a desire for change.
My name is Deserae.
I have a 16 year old brother named Nik and a 6 year old sister named Anora.
Nik is a druggie alcoholic and Anora has sleep disorders.
My mom works a lot so I have to take care of them.
Nik steals from my mom to get money for drugs.
I'm going off to college but I don't want to leave them.
I was worried about them.
I didn't want anything to happen to them when I left.
I was sitting on the couch watching some TV when I heard my sister Anora's voice.
"Deserae."
I heard her little voice.
Yes, she is only 6 middle years old.
She has sleep disorders so she can't sleep without pain.
"Yes, baby."
I said as I got up off the couch and walked into her room that was right next to mine.
"My stomach hurts."
She said, holding her stomach.
"Let me get you some medicine, okay?"
I told her as I kissed the top of her head and gave her a hug.
"Okay."
She said, nodding her head.
I went to get some medicine for her and then I came back to give it to her.
I sat next to her on the bed and handed her the medicine and a cup of water.
"Thank you, sis."
I gave her a kiss on the top of her head and gave her a hug.
"You're welcome, baby."
I told her.
After I gave her the medicine, I heard banging and shuffling coming from the kitchen.
My body tensed up.
I knew those sounds.
"Try to go to sleep, okay?"
I told Anora and then I quietly closed her door.
I followed the noise into the kitchen and that's where I found Nik.
He was pulling open drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, tossing utensils all over the counter.
Those were Mom's secret cash stash spots.
His hands were shaking as he searched for money, not noticing me yet.
The kitchen counter was a mess of papers and stuff that he threw out of the drawers and cabinets.
I stood there, watching him.
He kept searching, not noticing me yet.
He pulled open the cabinet where Mom kept her ceramic cookie jar.
He pulled it out and turned it upside down on the counter.
The lid came off and the ceramic cookie jar fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
He jumped at the sound of the cookie jar hitting the floor and that's when he finally noticed me standing there.
His bloodshot eyes met mine and I saw that same look of shame and desperation in them.
"I need it," he whispered, his hands shaking as he picked up pieces of the broken ceramic cookie jar from the floor.
"Just a little cash."
I remembered the last time he went to rehab.
He had been perfect while he was there, acting like he was recovering and telling everyone how much he wanted to be sober.
He had even given speeches about how much he wanted to be sober and how much he hated drugs.
But now, standing in the wreckage of our kitchen, I realized he was still lost.
I took a step closer to him, trying to keep my voice steady as the ceramic shards crunched beneath my feet.
He backed away from me, clutching the broken pieces of the cookie jar in his hands.
His shoulders were hunched over defensively, and his eyes darted around the kitchen, searching for something else to steal.
The kitchen light cast harsh shadows on his gaunt face, making his cheekbones stand out even more.
The dark circles under his eyes looked like bruises.
I reached out and gently took his trembling hands in mine, prying the broken pieces of the cookie jar from his grip.
He flinched at my touch but didn't pull away.
I set the pieces down on the counter, and he let out a shaky breath.
Tears started rolling down his cheeks, and I could feel my own eyes welling up with tears.
"Nik, you promised you'd stop," I said softly, trying to reach him through the haze of his addiction.
"I know, Deserae, but it's like this monster inside me that I can't control," he replied, his voice cracking with desperation.
"Then let me help you fight it, Nik; you're not alone in this," I urged, hoping to find a glimmer of the brother I once knew.