Learn what shit I caused

I willed my notebook and felt time freeze, the angry form of my mother and her tapping her foot impatiently at Ashley stopping. I closed my eyes and brought forth every memory I had and remembered alternate versions of them from this world. I paled as I knew what my rules have wrought.

The notebook might make absurd things seem normal, yet it still operated on some form of reason. When it makes the rules a reality, it makes certain things change to make those rules make sense.

When I said that no one have ever touched Ashley, I meant that in a sexual way. I wanted Ashley to have never been with another guy or made an experimental kiss with a girl. I wanted to be her first in those things. It might sound weird to want that of your sister, but like I said, I dreamed about this situation a lot. Well, a situation close to this. Like I said, the notebook tried its best to make the rules make sense.

Why would no one touch Ashley? Not even family members? Simple, the notebook made it so that touching Ashley in any way was disgusting no matter what. I 'remember' over hearing that the nurse that held her as a baby was given compensation for it, even though she wore gloves. I 'remember' how my parents had gloves in their pockets for when they desperately needed to pick her up like to change her diapers when we were growing up. I remembered and shutter at the plain disgust they always showed in front of her. How they told her, how every one told her, that they never wanted to touch her. From strangers to family, they would get away as much as possible if she tried to initiate contact. I saw how my rules for her to have no bitchy or trashy friends turned into everyone either ignoring her or being mean to her.

I saw how the me that grew in this world also did the same. How my rules that said she was still bitchy even when put through inhumane neglect and **** caused her to lash out at me, and made my parents yell at her. I saw how when we were alone, she tried to seek comfort like my rules said she would, and realized when the alternate past me rejected her, that I never made any rule that **** me to care about what she said. I only wanted to learn whatever shameful secret she had so I can pick on her about them. Not make her constantly be put in a position of painful rejection after rejection.

I was thankful that I had the foresight to make a rule that stop any physical injury that others might give her or that she may give herself from all the ****. I only did it, as a precaution for if some minor little unforeseen problem occurred from my wishes. What I remembered was not minor.

I opened my notebook and almost erased all the horrid rules but stopped.

I looked at my **** sister and the outfit she wore. I thought of the lifetime this version of Ashley endured. I remembered all the times she kept trying to confide in me. I moved my eraser away from the page. Shitty and monstrous as it may sound, I could work with this more malleable Ashley. I could write a rule to make the most loyal and loving ****, and yet if I did, it would make such a thing hollow. Conflict keeps the story interesting and while I made my immortal soul unable to grow bored, that doesn't mean my mind wouldn't. Of course, with how **** Ashley was, it won't be much of a problem, but I can think of more situations to get into when the time comes.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I will take this incident to heart, and never let something like this happen again. After all, this isn't porn or a lustful dream, it was life. I made those wishes with the idea that they would lead only to sexual things happening and that the notebook wouldn't apply the awful factors of reality to my desires. I was wrong and Ashley suffered far more than anyone deserved, no matter how awful a person.

I will never make such broad and thoughtless rules like them again, and though I might not return the original Ashley, I swore to give her the best life possible, both as repayment for what I did, and a reward for what she went through.

I looked upon my sad and terrified oldest sister, and voiced a sentence she will never hear.

"I swear Ashley, I shall make the unending nightmare I gave you, into a beautiful dream that shall never end."

I raised my pencil up and begun to write the rules that will set the stage.