Some Context Would Help

Andrea immediately gets defensive at mom's question. "We'll.....we'll figure it out" she said. "God mom you don't have to control everything."

Mom shot back, "well I'm sorry if I want to help you two have a healthy relationship. I made many mistakes with your father that I won't see you two repeat. Now we have the counselor tomorrow morning. After that I want you two to go out and do something exciting!"

Counselor? What type of counselor was your mom referring too? Your sister seemed to know right away though based on her response. "Damn it mom, we don't need a counselor. We're fine."

Again your mom shot back, "no you aren't fine! Five months Andrea, five months and it hasn't happened. You don't think something's off with that picture? That's the kind of behavior that leads to heartache."

You had no idea whatsoever of what this conversation was about. You simply sat in stunned silence while your mom and sister went at it. Your mom eventually turned to you to see what you had to say. When you had no response, she became worried. "Honey, are you okay?" You decided that you needed to be alone. "Ummm....I think I have a headache mom. Maybe I should go to bed."

The argument stopped as your mom took pity on you. "I'm so sorry honey, I'm sure this fighting isn't helping. Take some PM medicine from the bathroom upstairs then go to bed. Remember, counselor at 10am tomorrow."

You got up from the table and headed to the upstairs bathroom you and your sister shared. You took some medicine as your head really did hurt in the midst of your trying to figure out what was happening. You also wanted to take care of something personal. Your favorite outfit of your sisters was the running bra and shorts she was wearing when she came into the kitchen. Every time you saw her wearing that you just had to jerk one out. As you opened the door to your bedroom to begin your ritual though, you became even more confused.

It was your bedroom, but it looked very different. Your bed was still there but it had many more pillows. There were now pictures on the wall; pictures of Andrea and her friends. Your TV, computer, and game system were gone. The curtains now had flowers on them. There were new lights. Were you going crazy?

To be sure you walked down the hall and peered into Andrea's room. On one end were all her electronics that used to be spread throughout the room. On the other end was your computer. In the middle was a large couch in front of your TV which was mounted to the wall.

What the hell was happening? You couldn't deal with this anymore. You went into what you thought was still your bedroom and got under the covers. You fell asleep hoping that the next day would either bring life back to normal or at least give you some answers.