Audition Segment: A Tendency Dark and Dangerous
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Jesse rolls his eyes, June was born with a stick up her ***. I can tell his dark mood is headed toward total black, so I switched gears quickly. Yes, but we love her dearly for it. I laughed lightly as I hang up my coat. If you say so, the crinkle in his brow releases being able to navigate his moods as a useful trick. I picked up from so many years of friendship with June Jesse and June might be two years apart, but they're more like twins lanky with wavy sandy hair, bright expressive eyes and identical smiles. Except Jessie's the steely, reserved one. While June's the neurotic, bossy half, both evenly matched, they're blazing fights and fierce loyalty to each other are spectacular. I feel like I'm the kid they picked up along the way, the pretender who has been granted permission to hang out in their bubble for a while. I guess siblings are just like that. I wouldn't know I'm an only child who mostly raised herself, and no one could accuse my mom and dad of being real parents. Dad's commitment to drowning himself in a bottle of liquor rivaled Mom's tendency to curl into herself at the slightest provocation. Most days I seem to be caught somewhere between the devil and the endless dark. Not that it matters anymore. Mom killed herself while I was in college. After finding her body, Dad dove headfirst into a bottle he has yet to crawl out of. But I don't like to dwell on that. It's easier to keep those thoughts buried where they died. Besides, June and Jesse are enough of a tornado chase. For most days. We ****** like we're at war. He pulls my hair until I cry in pain. I dig my nails into his back until it's slick with little drops of blood, anger, lust, greed explode between us like bombs. Until I'm spent lying on a ruined bed of emptiness and broken dreams. I can't scan the horizon through the smoke of us. No searching for survivors. Somewhere on this battlefield, at the edge of who I've become lies a casualty whose name I've nearly forgotten