Dark Matters of the Heart Chapter 1

>Everyday before school, Lois Loud practiced her smile in the bathroom mirror.
>This was not uncommon for a girl going through her awkward early teens phase, but she didn’t do it because she wanted to look beautiful, she did it because she wanted to look like everyone else. The sheep of the world. The dolts, idiots, and normies who populated the world like dumb, soulless NPCs in a video game.
>The people she was better than.
>Faking emotions was hard, especially smiles. They never felt right on her face and she knew from looking at her reflection that they didn’t touch her eyes. When Mom or her sister Gloom smiled, you could see a happy light there. With her, you saw only the flat deadness of a fish. She wondered how they did it. It was obvious that they faked too, everyone did, but why were they so much better at it?
>At the thought of her sister’s name, Lois’s face darkened. She didn’t like Gloom. She didn’t like anyone, but she really didn’t like her.
>Because she had something Lois wanted. Something Lois was entitled to.
>Her brother, Lyle.
>When Lois was a little girl, she had a friend named Holly. She didn’t like Holly but she was really gullible and Lois could convince her to do almost anything so she kept her around like a cat keeping a mouse before eating it. At Holly’s seventh birthday party, she got a baby doll in a pink dress that talked, pooped in its diaper, and made said I LOVE YOU MOMMY when you hugged it. Lois hated baby dolls but as she watched her friend happily snuggling it to her chest and rocking it back and forth, she decided she wanted it. Just because. When Holly wasn’t looking, she took the doll and went home. On the way, she stopped at the park, grabbed it by its legs, and beat its head against a rock. Then she threw it in a duck pond.
>She didn’t want it, she just thought she deserved it.
>Like she deserved Lyle.
>Gloom and Lyle had been going out for almost three months. Before then, Lois never looked twice at him. He existed to serve her purposes just lke everyone else, and when she didn’t need him, he did not exist to her. Except when she was forced to pretend she cared about him. One day, she walked into the living room and caught them holding hands while watching TV. She didn’t care at first because it didn’t impact her, but then over the next few days, they started acting really cute with each other: Holding hands and rubbing noses, kissing, smiling at one another with dreamy smiles and shimmery eyes. Lois saw it all...and she hated it. If he was kissing anyone, it should be her. She was prettier than Gloom, smarter, and just all around better.
>For a while she tried to ignore them, but their love and happiness - all faked of course, since emotions aren’t real - started to really get on her nerves. Like she did when she was little, she decided she wanted Gloom’s toy just so she would’t have it.
>Right now, she flashed a winning smile at her reflection and cocked her head cutely. She had a plan in mind for taking Lyle away, and it was moronically simple since he, like everyone else, was mornically simple. Boys, she had learned, think with their dicks. If you wanted something from one, all you had to do was jack them or suck them off. She did it all the time, taking boys into her room and masturbating them while staring at the wall with a sneer of disgust or going down on them and letting them put their thick, snotty, gross tasting cum in her mouth. She only did the latter when she wanted something really major though. Lyle, being like any boy, would do what she said in a heartbeat if she did things to him, dirty things, unspeakable things.
>Like fuck him.
>Lois was still a virgin, but she planned to lose it to him because the thought of having her cherry broken by Gloom’s little snooky-pooky boyfriend really turned her on. Her cherry wasn’t the only thing that would be broken when he fucked her...she was going to make sure Gloom’s heart was broken too.
>Hehehe.
>Turning away from the mirror, she went into the hall, turning the bathroom light out behind her. It was early morning and everyone else was just starting to wake up. Lois liked being up earlier than them - it demonstrated how she was better and also made her feel powerful to be up while they were still asleep, tucked in their widdle beds and completely defenseless. Why, someone could do anything to them and they wouldn’t even know until it was already done.
>Lois liked to feel powerful. Sometimes when no one was looking she took small animals from the backyard, brought them into the house, and held their lives literally in the palm of her hand. If she was feeling beneolvent, she would let them go, and if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t, Most of the time, she was not; she liked their frenized squeaking and frightened thrashing too much. When her sister Lizy was a baby she would stand at her crib while she slept and debate putting her pillow over her face and holding it there until she died, but she didn’t because she didn’t want everyone to cry and make a big deal about it. She hated that.
>In her room, she went to her dresser and took out her cloths for the day, a bra, panties, a pair of jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater that made her look like a dork but that was the point. She dropped them onto her bed and pulled her white nightgown over her head. She was tall and lithe, her breasts small but perky and her stomach taut. All the boys she ever did things with said she was hot and she beleived them, she was.
>She got dressed and went back into the hall at the same time her sister Lakia slipped into the bathroom. Lakia, sixteen, moved in last summer after her mom died. She was raised in Russia and barely spoke English. When she was learning, Lois volunteered to teach her, and delighted in telling her lies. She would point at the couch and say “that’s a table.” One time Lakia was talking to Dad and complimented him on his penis when she really meant his shirt. His face turned bright red and Lois almost lost it. Lois didn’t like Lakia almost as much as she didn’t like Gloom. Her thick accent was agitating. At first it was okay because she was shy and didn’t really talk, but now she was comfortable and wouldn’t shut up, so Lois had to hear it all the time.
>Maybe Lakia should have an “accident.” Stairs can be really dangerous if “Lizy” leaves a toy on them.
>The thought made Lois’s stomach flutter. She didn’t know if she could actually kill someone, but it was fun to think about.
>She went down the steps and through the gloomy living room. Throgh the front winow, rain fell in a steady torrent. Lois liked rainy days because everyone was inside, and when she looked out her window, it was like the whole world was empty.
>Light spilled from the kitchen and she rolled her eyes. Someone was up. She went in and found her sister Liena standing by the oven with a mitt on her right hand. The warm smell of blueberries drifted into Lois’s nose and her stomach rumbled. Liena wasn’t good for much but she was a good cook and an even better baker. “Good morning,” Lois said in a friendly tone that was just as manufactured as her smile.
>”Morning,” Liena sang, “muffins are almost done.” She sounded proud of herself. Being a good baker wasn’t much but if its all you got whatever. “They smell really good,” Lois said and went to the fridge. She took out a jug of orange juice, sat it on the counter, and got a glass, which she filled.
>”They’re special muffins,” Liena said.
>Lois took a drink of her orange juice. “Your muffins are always special,” she said.
>In a few minutes, everyone else started making their way downstairs, a parade of mediocrity and patheticness. Lacy, Liby, Lakia, Vicky were first. Next came Lola, Lana, Lizy, and Lisa. Lois hated Lisa because Lisa thought something was wrong with her. She never outright said, but she kept giving her psychological tests. One was to determine if she was a sociopath; she lied and passed.
>Liena took the muffins out and sat them on the counter to cool. “Whoa, these smell really good,” Vicky said and leaned over them, the split ends of her blonde hair brushing their tops. Lois grimaced in disgust. Vicky was one of those people who couldn’t handle life and hid behind drugs, alcohol, and meaningles sex. Not everyone can stand the cold realities of life. Lois called them deadwood.
>”Is...very nice,” Lakia said in her dumb accent. She gestured with her hands as she spoke.
>When Gloom came in, Lois cringed. She wore a black dress with white fringe along the bodace, the cleavage of her considerable breasts bared for the world to see. She thought having big boobs made her special or something. “I smell something really good,” she said, her voice rising annoyingly.
>Lyle went over and they hugged. “Hey, babe,” he said.
>”Hi, honey, how’d you sleep?”
>Did they even have sex yet? Gloom was one of those good girl types who probably wouldn’t even let him get past second base. If she let him get to first. They kissed alot but from what Lois saw never with tongue.
>Liena got a stack of plates from a cabnit and put a muffin on each one. Everyone formed a sloppy line and she gave all a plate in turn. When Lois got hers, she saw what made the muffins “specal” and she almost gagged. Melted chocolate in the shape of a little heart. “Because I love you,” Liena said and gave her a big hug.
>Aww. How nice. “I love you too, sis,” Lois said.
>She took her plate into the dining room and sat next to Vicky, who ate with the crumb-dropping zest a starving woman. On the other side of the table, Lyle and Gloom both munched their muffins and held hands under the table. Down from them, Lakia was talking to Lana, her tone grave. “...then he...he fall down and no get up.” Lana laughed like that was the funniest thing she ever heard. People falling down and not getting up again could be pretty funny, Lois would give her that.
>While Lois ate her muffin, she watched Lyle and Gloom, mainly Lyle. What did she even see in him? Was she gay? Lyle looked so much like a girl it was retarded. Long blond hair, full eyelashes, soft features, pouty lips. He even dressed like a girl in long flowing purple shirts, little shorts, and flip flops. Lois honestly thought he was gay. Maybe he was bi.
>Either way, she was going to take him away from Gloom, and then, when she was done, she would throw him out like she threw that doll out.
>Maybe living.
>Maybe dead.
>She’d cross that bridge when she came to it.