The daughter

“This is all true. But what about the happy drunks? They’re hilarious.”

“Up until they puke on you and pretend that nothing happened. But be my guest, I’m sure there’s plenty of people that love to get wasted around here.”

“You sound bitter towards the drunks of the island.”

“Drunk people are incredibly annoying. And loud. I don’t have time to deal with their emotional breakdowns and horny selves.”

“Erm…no problem. Ah, the library..I was wondering where I could find it?” 

“Next to the music room. Left door when you climb down the stairs to the foyer. The first one. It should be easy, there’s a carving on the door, a book.”

So, you mean the door isn’t closed yet? That someday you’ll see me the same way I see you?

I can’t close it, I owe it to Rasmus. Maybe, I can’t promise it will be easy though.

I actually can’t count on any of them. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to accept I’ll be part of your life too.

I already did. Just not in the way you want me to, not yet.

You’re funny, thinking I have siblings and friends to talk. I’m as lonely as you, Karin. And no, no matter what you think, I’d never take Rasmus away from you. I marry Rasmus and you will have your brother and you’ll get a sister. 

You have three siblings, surely one can lend you a ear from time to time, you can’t always be this annoying. I don’t want a sister, I want everything to go back to how it used to be before you.

I… I don’t know. Maybe.. Nevermind. But this is exactly what I’m trying to avoid. You treat me like a menace, like I’ll steal your brother away from you, when in fact I won’t.

I’ll make it easy for you to understand. You marry Rasmus and that’s it, I have no one left. Don’t you get it? I’m not like you, I don’t have a handful of siblings, dozens of friends and god knows how many pets to snuggle.

I don’t need a special treatment, I just need to get your trust.

Why? Why is it so important for you to have my trust? Isn’t it enough to have my brother?

I want you to see I’m not a bitch who is going to steal your brother from you. Yes, I’m going to marry him, but he still be your brother, and you’re going to have a sister. I do want us to become friends.

Sorry to burst your little bubble but I don’t do friends. And the ones I have certainly don’t get a special treatment. Look at Jaan, next time he makes a public appearance he won’t look the same.

Hmm, whoever this Jaan is, I’m really sorry for him. I could ask my father to us there. I can tell him you need to be there and that I want to go with you to get close to my future sister in law. He can’t say no to me.

He has it coming. What? You want to take a trip with me to Berlin? The two of us? Together? You’re funny when you make an effort.

Who’s Jaan? Hm, nevermind. I can’t teleport you to Berlin, but I could do something about it.

No I’m not interested in hiring someone else to do it, I want to make sure he sees my face when my knuckles break his jaw. Wait, what could you do about it?

I guess I can live with that. Perhaps I could help you.

I don’t think you can. Unless you can magically teleport me to Berlin so I can beat the heck out of Jaan. Can you?

“You’re welcome. You should be positive, I’m sure the letters will come in, the pages filled and your worries will go away.” 

“Right, yes... I know that, yeah. Thank you. Do you need anything?”