The Beginning

The beginning…..

My body jerked at the sound of something loud crashing beneath my feet into a million pieces. It was my science project, the one I spent two weeks working on, and the person who destroyed it was, of course, none other than my sisters, Stephanie and Sophie. It was our project, and the teacher had paired us both together.

“You think your fat ass could go and tell the teacher that you were the only one who worked on this project? Who the fuck do you think you are, piggy?”

Yes, piggy, like in Lord of the Flies, except I’m a girl, and the person addressing me as such is my own sister, does it bother– not anymore, as I started to believe it was true.

“Steph we had 2 whole weeks to work on that project together you are my lab partner, Im not one of you little boy toys who do all the work for you, so yeah I told the teacher you didn’t do shit, because you didn’t– are you slow.” of course she doesn’t take what I say lightly and tries to land a slap but I grab her hand before she can try.

“Wait, you already told the teacher,” she says as she slowly approaches me.

“Yes, I did– predicting that you would pull something like this, I submitted my project about 5 days after the project was given, which you would know if you actually did anything. I just brought my project today because she wanted to present my project to the class. And well, I guess I can’t do that because you broke it, and you can explain to the teacher yourself about why it’s broken.

“You stupid bitch you think you’re such a smart ass, well let me tell you something, you’re wolfless, and that also means powerless.”

She pushes me to the ground and rips up my clothes along wth my other sister Sophie. We are currently in the girls’ locker room, and because she likes to create a spectacle, there are many people just standing, watching, and laughing, some even taking videos. While I sit there waiting for this hell to end, I don’t do anything because she’s completely right. She is stronger than I, and I have no wolf. If I were to even try to fight her, I might just die, and that is it to even believe that she would be capable of killing me, her sister. And I don’t think I want to know if she is capable of doing that.

Stephanie turns on the showers, which are locked right beside our lockers, and the water falls all over me. I’m soaked. I get up to leave, but she pushes me down again.

“Oh hell no, where the fuck do you think you’re going, you know I am so sick and tired of you acting like some sad little bitch and everyone pities you and treats me like the monster.” She takes scissors and grabs my shirt, slightly lifting me up, and rips up my shirt, slapping me so hard she draws blood.

“Ha–ha ha ha ha ha,” all I can do is sit and laugh. People stare in awe at my stoic expression, learning to show no emotion and to dull the pain I feel has become a sport I have mastered, and naturally, no matter how many times my family tortures me, I have lost all tears in my body long ago; tears just seem silly.

I have come to somewhat find amusement in her very frivolous efforts to hurt me.

“Oh, sisters, don’t you find it silly that your only way to express your deepest insecurities and jealousy towards me is by using me, a weak and wolfless girl, as a punching bag,” I continue laughing hysterically, finding her baleful glare rather intriguing, how her face contorts to exhibit her deep and utter abhorrence of my laughter.

“Why are you laughing? Why the fuck are you laughing?” She takes my body and throws it against the walls, drops of blood come out of my nose, and escapes into the drains of the bathroom floor as water from the showers continues to pour on my body. And as usual, Stephanie leaves, more than enraged that she could not hurt me in the way that she wanted to. And so do the rest of the girls who took videos, and are most likely about to post them.

“Psstt—” I hear a voice, but I’m on all fours, still trying to get the strength to get up. I know it’s Rosalie, coming to patch me up like some hypocrite.

“Everyone left Rosie, so please show your hypocritical face,” she helps me up.

“Ana, I am the only one who helps you, please show a bit of gratitude?” I push her off me.

“Gra- gratitude?” My voice cracks as I speak

“I should be grateful that you help me in secret and laugh at me in public, along with the rest of them, because I am what….” I look at her when speaking, for some reason, she is one of the only people to whom I can show any sort of emotion.

“I am less of a human, is that not true, because I don’t have a wolf like everyone else, because I am fat, because I have red hair in a family of brunettes, or is it the fact that I’m some nerd freak that had to skip grades and start high school with mith my older sisters at the ripe age of 13.” I grab the collar of her shirt and whisper in her ear, “Or is it because you pity me? You know very well what would happen to you if anyone knew you’ve been helping me.”

“Ana-” she shouts.

“Just leave me alone, Rosie, find someone else to pity,” I say to her, finally, and leave.