Amelia, Lilly’s little sister_(1)

Forming the plan as I went along I placed one of two pills with a note to little Amelia that simply read “trust me sis this will make you feel good ;)” in her room on top of her diary in her cupboard, I have noticed her these last few months after all; the second one I set on the coffee table while “my dad” was in the bathroom, his Friday night ritual put him on the couch watching Netflix. I go back into my room and power everything down but leave all my toys out; I strip down to my bare body, soft and 16; I take 3 ambien from the nightstand and take them, I get in bed but get on my knees and push the pillows under my stomach, laying my face down . I didn’t know exactly where this night was heading but I knew if anyone walked in it would be a good night for them. As I feel Lilly slip off into the deepest sleep of her life I pull out of her body and shrug off the exhaustion of fighting the sleep of the ambien myself, while keeping her willing to sleep in the dark waiting for the next day with only a fragment of the memory of what’s coming to this family, that much I’m sure of.
I cruise through the wall of her bedroom and make my way through the house until I was following mark out of the bathroom; he had recently showered and I wonder what he would smell like to me if I could only smell through my nose that exists in between the planes with the rest of my intangible body. I bury the thought as he had entered the living room and was about to grab his empty cup to refill when he noticed a little capsule full of a fine white powder sitting in the center of the table in front of his chair and just stopped staring intently at it, I could look into his thoughts now but I would only interrupt the memory of this even further so I consider possibilities of how this foreign pill got there and who placed it, but more importantly why? Thinking that was most likely what he had thought as he picks the pill up and takes it with his cup into the kitchen where he could systematically make a stiff drink as his girls were feeling sick and asleep, also to take a real look at this mysterious pill and solve this thing or at least gain a lead should I decide to play drunken columbo if Netflix led me there. I follow him into the kitchen and observe him set his glass on the table and before he can do anything more i slide into his meat suit and grab the wheel turning him into the fridge and staring intently at the contents, I slide back into autopilot letting him have himself back slightly confused but now wondering about a drink; when you take control of the living for a side of life while waiting for a fast ride into the great beyond you learn to read face and body gestures, once I feel like he’s had the time to contemplate how much alcohol to add to his “relaxation” drink, I grip the controls and grab an orange juice concentrate shot of mine/Lilly’s and the orange juice, turning towards and setting them onto the counter I ease off and let him back in; the process continues until he’s successfully poured Molly’s cocktail of choice baffled at why this drink is A.