There are sounds behind you but you can't see so you focused more on your situation. You are still confused about your immobility. You are in the recliner in front of the TV but you can't move or...feel the chair. Your neck is bent really far back and you hazard the idea that you are in some weird human knot but that makes zero sense. You don't hurt, thank goodness but this is messed up. Maybe this is a dream, you think. You remember having waking dreams but those once you realized it you could do anything like fly and make people do what you wanted this was not what you would want to do in a waking dream.
Taking a break from your paradox you notice again the thump, thump, thump sound like someone walking on the hard wood floors coming your way. What is that? You think to yourself. Over the side of one of the chair's arm rest you see the short straight hair and then face of your little sister, Courtney. It is a different experience looking up at her for once. "Hey, Courtney," you yell but realize once again you can't speak. What is going on? She will see me, you think not worried too much. Whatever is happening she can get mom and everything will be alright.
Courtney walks around the recliner's armrest and in front of the recliner all without sparing you a look. What...you think to yourself, How did she not see me, "Courtney" damn I can't talk. You see your little sister is in her old cotton nightgown. It was more like a large shirt going just below her knees since her growth-spurt. She has a bowl and spoon in her hand and reaches over to the side beyond your site to put them on the side table that you know is next to the recliner. "Courtney," you still try shouting determined to get her attention. She stands up looking down at you but you can see she has the TV remote in her hand and is still ignoring you. What am I invisible too, you scream more to yourself than her.
Then she turns around and your eyes go wide as you see her bum get larger and OW, she falls right on top of your face. Blinding pain shoots through your soft, bloated face. You had been right when you thought your face was puffy, it collapses under the heavy hips of your little sister. This is the farthest thing from your mind as she moves from side to side crushing your cheekbones into your head sending even more intense sparks of pain into you as she moves up your elongated face. Courtney scoots up farther into the recliner and then leans back so the foot rest kicks up. With a click of the remote she gets comfortable to watch her season 4 DVD set of the Gilmore Girls she was watching late last night.
Once your sister settles down and comes to a complete rest on your face the sharp pain stops and turns into a compressing force breaking your nose and face. You think that you might be able to bare this crushing weight but then you feel what should be your upper lip pealing back, first not so bad but it is going farther and farther like it is going to rip from your gums, you want to scream in agony and you want tears to fall down your cheeks but they don't and you can't make a sound. You are in so much agony that you don't notice...
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