Angels and demons.

Anyway, Charlene had a total break with reality. She tried to physically assault my brother who had innocently eaten her share of potato chips (it's not like she didn't know about his nature anyway), and when my mum tried to protect him, she went berserk on her, so I had to come in and restrain her by grabbing her wrists. I'm sorry it had to come to this. She wasn't herself, that was for certain. Looking at her stick out her tongue and scream something unintelligible at my mother, she looked like... a demon.

She left scratches and drew blood on us three, then went and hid the kitchen knives.

Shaun asked if I loved her, and I was unable to answer. I think she is a fool and a coward. And it breaks my heart to hear her shout back at two people who have never stopped loving her no matter how hatefully she behaves towards them. I cannot say the same thing of myself, because I doubt I am ready to forgive her. I am still stewing.

I still remember how my fingers were trembling after a temporary, uneasy truce had been restored, so much so that I had to steady my hand before applying makeup.

"You don't love me!"
"We love you the most! Ask your sister, she's always been jealous of you."

I don't dare to ask my mum if that was the truth, what she said. I somehow hope not, but that won't make any difference, really.

At least going to work cheers me up some.