Hi all,

So, there is great YouTuber that I follow, and if you aren’t then do it right now because they do lesbian MVs like no other, with the name of Victor Françoso. They go by a different username on the SPIRITFANFICTION.COM website where they originally published this story – DarthJones.

Victor is writing a SHARP OBJECTS story titled STRANGE LOVE, that’s one everyone never knew they wanted but one we all need! Especially if you are a Ammille (Amma x Camille) shipper like myself! It not only takes place right after the series’ ending but it throws a curve ball to where those that have read the book, are concerned. We do not know if what happened in the book is what happened in the show world after Camille discovers the truth about Amma’s dollhouse, so really, you could even call this story right here a kind of unreleased continuation to the TV Series.

I loved this story so much, even with my dismiss-able Google Translations that I just had to share it. I commented to Victor asking if it was okay to share it as an English Translation and I was given the thumbs up, which I took as the go ahead. So please, let it be known that this is not my story! I am only converting it into English for those who want in on the action but hate Chrome or something…I might have thrown in something there but only to flow the sentences not to change anything. Anyway I will give Victor the link so they can tell you all and I if a translation is wrong and they meant it a different way.

This is Fan Fiction based on SHARP OBJECTS and if you have watched the show you know how mature it is! Heck, even the UK Blurays are rated 18, and this being Fiction, you know that rating is going to be multiplied by over 9000 lemons! So it goes without saying that if you are under 18, close this tab right now and move on!

I repeat, Over 18s only!

Other warnings go without question: Violence, Incest, Underage, Gayness, Language, Tragedy, Alcohol, Drugs, Nudity and Self-harm.

If you have the stomach for all that, then by all means, jump ahead for the first chapter!

Chapter 1 – Storm

She watches the torrent rains fall outside through the dull glass of her window. She thinks of everything that happened back in Wind Gap. She had thought that she could leave everything behind and move on, but it was becoming apparent to her that she was wrong. ‘WRONG’, just another word that tingles among others on her skin.

She watches the rain drops form incomprehensible shapes on the glass as if they were pieces of a puzzle. The shapes reminded her of her latest thoughts that were also as jumbled, until she managed to put them together. She finally came to terms with the painful truth that her own mother had killed Marian. But that was not all.

Camille shivers as her thoughts go back to what she had seen just a few hours prior in Amma’s room, more specifically, Amma’s Dollhouse. Teeth! The floor of Adora’s room in the dollhouse was completely made out of teeth, real teeth. Camille knew well to whom those teeth had belonged to. The discovery had left her in a sock she had yet to recover from.

“Don’t tell Mama”

Words from her sister. A confession and answer to Camille’s unsaid question. Everything had been right under Camille’s nose, but she never saw it. Amma was the killer all this time. She had killed Natalie and Ann and ripped their teeth out! Those brutal murders that had been thought were committed by a man were all by Amma. Camille had thought her mother had done it. Everyone thought their mother had done it!

A young woman of only fifteen years. Almost a child. A child raised in a dysfunctional family. Amma, her sister! The same girl that cried at night and could not sleep without her. The girl that claimed to love Camille more than anything else. The same girl that loved kissing Camille and telling her how happy she was to have Camille by her side. Amma, who collected plushies, loved to skate and wrote all her secrets in her diary. Just an ordinally girl. She, her Amma, is the killer!

Camille wants to scream. She wants to punch her hand through the wet glass until her arm was covered in cuts and bruises. She is desolate, furious, hurt, disappointed and frightened all at once. She wants to scream. For once in her life Camille wants to let go of everything. Even the urge that surfaces, to pick up the nearest sharp object and cut herself open, does not seem like it’s enough. She can only stand there in silence, listening to the rain and wait for the storm to pass.

Yes, that was what she was doing – waiting for the storm to pass.

The apartment door opens abruptly, and she does not have to look to know who it is.

Amma has just returned and Camille does not have to look to know she is soaked to the bone. Aside from the fact that she could hear the water drip on the floor, Amma had run away without any protection once she had seen the look in her big sister’s eyes. The look of disappointment and pain from the one she had loved and admired. Camille had thought she had run away for good but Amma had apparently only needed some time outside before coming back to her home, despite what awaited her, despite it meaning she would have to pay for her crimes.

Amma knows her sister will probably hand her over to the police. She knows it is the right thing to do. She is obviously scared, but she is not going to run away. She wants Camille to be proud of her, even if only for a moment.

“I’m here Camille” Amma announces as she closes the door behind her. “I’m ready” her voice is surprisingly steady when she says it.

Camille wants to laugh at the situation. Here was her fifteen-year-old sister, a girl that had murdered three of her friends, had returned home after being discovered in her crimes to announce that she was ready to go to prison.

‘What a surreal situation’ Camille thinks.

“Why?” Camille finally asks the question that has been on her mind all afternoon since the discovery. “Why Amma?” There is an anger to her voice that she has never used on Amma because she is deeply hurt.

Amma smiles when Camille turns to face her.

“We were friends for a while” she finally says, her head bowed. “We had a lot of fun together. We would play in the forest, we would hurt things, we were wild, we even killed a cat once. But then she” as has been the case these past months together, Adora’s name was not said out loud, “she was more interested in them. I could never have anything just for me. They were no longer my secret. They were always showing up at our home. They started asking question about my sickness. They would have ruined everything. They did not even notice…” she sighs and scratches her head before moving in a different direction “And why did Ann have to go and bite…her? I could not stop thinking about that. Why could she bite, and I couldn’t?”

Amma pauses and sighs and coughs. As for the teeth, she got them because she needed them for her dollhouse. It had to be perfect, just like everything else Amma loved.

Camille knows that there must be more to it. Ann and Natalie were killed because Adora paid more attention to them. Amma thought it an injustice. Amma, who for so long had gotten used to her mother smothering her with love. ‘Sometimes you let people do things to you but in fact you are doing it to them’ Amma had said to her once. Amma let Adora make her sick in exchange for her undivided attention and love. Adora loving other girls was not acceptable. It was the same reason she had murdered Lily Burke. Amma had thought that Camille loved her more.

With all pieces put together, Camille had everything she needed to decide. No, there was no decision to make. The only acceptable action is to call the police and turn Amma over to them, so she could pay for her crimes. Camille must do that, she knows she must, but something stops her.

Is it Fear? No, she is not afraid of Amma. Even if she did that, Camille knows for sure that Amma would not kill her, just as much as she would not kill Adora. Also, Amma had returned by her own decision after running away to face the consequences.

Was it pity? Partially, yes. How could one not feel sorry for a child? Because that’s what Amma is, a child. She was only a child that was raised by a monster. ‘I like violence’ Amma had once said. Camille knows it to be true. She has had first hand experience with it. Amma likes to hurt others but Camille knows for sure that the blame goes to their monster of a mother. A child raised on poison considers hurting a way to console the pain.

Was it love? Absolutely. Camille loves Amma, is a way that is difficult to explain. She only loved one other person as much and that was her other sister, the one that was killed by Adora. Even then there are still differences between the way she loved Marian and the way she loves Amma. With Marian, it was something pure. She was still pure, and Marian was as pure as anyone got. They were young, they were happy and oblivious to adult word. Camille was ignored by her mother and shunned by her father so all she had was Marian.

With Amma, things are different. Camille is no longer than innocent girl she was. She has seen the world and she is also broken, both on the inside and the outside. She only met Amma a year ago when she returned to Wind Gap after years, in chase of a story about serial murders that were, ironically, committed by Amma. Amma is also broken, though for her it does not extend to the outside. They are both these broken things and yet the love they have for one another is almost…

What Camille feels for Amma is an explosion of sensations that she is now old enough to know the meaning of. When they are together things seem different, too intense. The life of grey she had been living up until then, now is an explosion of rainbow colours that does not end, only multiply.

“Aren’t you going to call the police?”

Amma is curious about her sisters delay and deep thoughts she seems lost in. When Camille looks into her eyes Amma can see the answer. She knows Camille will not do it, will not go through with what she should be doing.

“I can’t do this” Camille murmurs, her voice trembling. She is still by the window, the storm still rages on, though less furious now, “I can’t”!

Amma can’t either. She sniffs. It’s probably because of the cold from the rain. She is still soaked through from head to toe. Water is still collecting at her feet, a puddle stretching out towards the door. She gives Camille an abashed smile with a cute expression to match.

“Can I take a shower then?”

Camille giggles despite herself. The situation at hand is so absurd that she can only laugh. Amma’s surprise turns into laughter of her own.

“What do I do with you Amma?” Though she looks Amma over as she asks, it is a rhetorical question. She really does not know what she is going to do about Amma, and everything. Not even the faintest idea.

Amma shakes her hair to the side, reaches out with her hand to pull it over her shoulder and squeezes the excess water out.

“You can give me a shower” Amma suggests innocently, as if not understanding the gravity of the situation the two sisters found themselves in. And maybe she did not fully understand it. At the end of the day Amma was still only a girl of fifteen. Not only that but a sheltered girl!

“Go to the bathroom” Camille simply says because the more water got on the floor the harder it would be to clean it up. She turns away from her sister, no longer able to stand looking at the girl. It was still hard for her to look at Amma and imagine her killing all those young girls, especially Lily, with whom she had been close to these past months and had just seen yesterday at dinner!

Amma disappears obeying Camille’s words. With the silence she feels like stomach twist and turn in both sickness and hunger. She hasn’t eaten anything all day.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom filling up the tub, Camille sets to cleaning up the rain water in order to distract herself. She scrubs and scrubs the floor even long after there is no more water to dry up. When she realises it, her fingers have turned white from the force with which she was holding on the cloth. She puts it away and walks over to Amma’s room. In the door way, when her eyes settle on the dollhouse, a shiver goes down her spine. She needs to think about what she is going to do with that dollhouse. They can not keep it around. It is undeniable proof that Amma is guilty.

‘How do I get rid of the house? How di I get rid of the teeth?’

The thought of it makes her more frightened than she has ever been in her life. She is thinking of erasing evidence of a crime! Her! An investigative journalist! That would make her as guilty as Amma. She will be guilty for harbouring the truth. Guilty of protecting a first-class criminal. But things are not so simple. Camille is only trying to protect her sister, a girl who is still a ways away from turning into a woman. Fifteen, so young and so beautiful, it feels like a sin to turn her in to be locked away perhaps for the rest of her life. No, Camille can’t see Amma in jail nor does she want to. Amma needs someone to take care of her. She needs Camille’s care.

Camille turns and makes her way to the bathroom. She finds Amma seated on the toilet, still clothed, as if she was waiting for her. The turns off the water as the tub is about to overflow. She looks at her sister again, she looks sickly with her weak blue eyes and audible inhales and exhales.

“Why aren’t you undressed yet? You will get sick!” Camille scolds her without affection. She does not want Amma to confuse her kind feelings with permissiveness. Camille doesn’t want Amma to think that she agreed with her wrong doings. “take off your clothes” she orders.

“No, I want you to do it” It’s not an order but a whimpering request. Amma looks small.

Amma looks at her with devastation, ‘How can such a girl be capable of murder!’. What she shouts instead is “For the love of God Amma!”

Camille impatiently and without delicacy, reaches out and lifts Amma’s soaked blouse up and over her raised arms. She then kneels to unbutton and then pulldown the sticky denims that are stuck on the girl’s pure legs. She pauses to take off Amma’s shoes and her stockings first before continuing on to take her pants off. She can feel the tremors all over the girl’s skin as the cold creeps in.

“Get in the tub” Camille says as she turns away, no longer able to stand looking at her sister’s half-naked body.

“But I am still dressed…” the girl grunts quietly.

“Amma…” Camille’s patience is thin, and she feels ready to blow up any moment.

“You have to take everything off” There is a glint in those sickly blue eyes. It looked familiar. Camille thinks back to the other night when Amma had said ‘I could eat you up’. Eat, what did that even mean?!

Squashing the urge to slap the girl, Camille reaches behind Amma for the bra straps, she has it off in no time at all. She then lifts Amma up by the arms to her feet so she could take off the silky underwear, that was too much for someone so young yet so fitting for someone with a body like hers. Camille ignored the implications of her thoughts.

Amma for her part could not help the pleasure the sight gave to her, her sister, on her knees in front of her, fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties as they are pulled down her hips and off. She watches as Camille almost tears her patterned panties with the force with which she had pulled them under the last foot. An incomprehensible sound escapes her lips as her sister stands and suddenly they are face to face, looking into each other’s eyes. They are almost the same height.

“Get in the tub” Camille says finally.

Smiling with dark intent, Amma does as asked, but she does so slowly, making sure Camille watches every inch of her body disappear in the water, starting with her long healthy legs, to her developed hips to her stomach, until it reaches the middle of her bosom, hair floating around her and hard nipples sharing the water, probably from the cold. Camille turns away at that, uncomfortable. She was just lost in thoughts still digesting the happenings of the day is all.

“Aren’t you going to wash me?” Amma asks as she turns to her sister.

“I think you are old enough to manage that yourself” she responds dryly, ready to leave.

“Please Camille,” the sudden change in demeanour takes Camille by surprise. “Please take care of me” she is about to cry.

The journalist’s heart tightens at the sudden display of vulnerability. She is stuck between doing the right thing and taking care of her little sister. Camille does not know who is the truth Amma, the fragile little sister than needs her or the cold and cruel Amma that lives off violence?

Camille looks at the floor and the space between her and the door. She could leave. Nothing is stopping her from walking out that door and calling the authorities. But also nothing is stopping her from turning around and taking care of her little sister. It is up to her. She has the power to choose.

“I don’t know if I can…” she stops herself as she feels tears coming on.

“Do not leave me” Amma’s voice is fully in tears and feels so small.

The words hit Camille hard. She turns around to find Amma rocking back and forth, her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. She is afraid, of course she is scared, she is only a girl. Amma has no one in this world but her. Their mother is in prison and will be spending the rest of her life there. Alan is a puppet who would never care for anyone more than his stupid Hi-Fi system. If Camille is not giving Amma over to the authorities, she will have to take care of her.

Without a second thought, or time to shed her clothes, Camille rushes over to the tub, squeezes in behind the trembling Amma with water overflowing everywhere, into her clothes, the bathroom and beyond the bathroom. She wraps her arms around her little sister and holds her tightly. She wants to let Amma know that she will not leave her. That she will take care of her. But other than that, Camille is also afraid of losing Amma.

“I will not!” she promises with a whisper in Amma’s ear. A promise not only to Amma but to herself as well.

Camille still does not know exactly how she is going to do it but she knows she will do everything she can to save Amma.

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… To Be Continued