There's no sympathy for the dead - chapter I
She interrupted her dream with the song she had programmed into the phone as an alarm clock. It was already half past seven, at night she had stayed up late watching videos of the concert of Bring Me The Horizon, to which they had come last summer. The one where my sister nearly died of a heart attack touching hands with Oliver Sykes. Sleepy, she got out of bed and went to look herself in the mirror of his huge black wardrobe. What a crazy hair. She combed her dark brown long hair with blond highlights with her fingers, and left the room to go knock on a door with a sign, with bat-winged skull drawn on it, which said "Emilie".
"Five minutes more..." She groaned after hearing the slight knock on his door.
"Stop having wet dreams with your friend the Yankee." The girl opened the door, casting a look of hatred for her sister.
"Don't be silly, Amy, was dreaming of dinosaurs, rawwwrr!" She changed her expression of anger by one of fun, while she arranged her long black hair with purple, pink, blue and green streaks, and they both began to laugh.
They went each one to their respective rooms, both identical except for the color. Having showered and combed, Amy looked frowning the school uniform. That horrible jacket and that nasty plaid blue skirt that reached to her knees ... was not his style at all, nor that of her sister. They always customized the uniform and their backpacks, all combined with platform army boots, gloves and striped socks, dark ties, spikes in the neck and wrists, bells and plates. Therefore, all eyes were always focused on them, always out of place. If we, the 'strange people', didn't exist, we would all be equal, like a flock of sheeps.
The younger sister was outlining her hazel eyes with black eyeliner, which made her look more deep and mysterious. She stood for a moment looking in the mirror at her, perfectly still. As if by instinct, she got her right glove to almost fall out of her hand, and noted that self-inflicted scars on her wrist. She reviewed it with the index finger of her other hand, had long since it ceased to hurt, but the wound in her heart was still intact. What good is love? Is an irrational stupid feeling, and even beyond... She slowed her thoughts releasing an angry snarl, and again placed the glove.
After having breakfast, chocolate cookies with strawberry jam and peach juice, like every morning since they started the school year, they both were to leave after caressing their pets: a cat named Aiden and a rabbit named Aaron, both of the color of night. They left home with their backpacks, and headed for school. It had been a month since the start of classes, and autumn could be seen in the ocher leaves falling from trees. A strange glow could be distinguished in the large light eyes of Emilie, that was her favorite time of year, she liked that feeling of nostalgia that brought with it. During that time, she felt more inspired to write songs, and then interpret them with her voice while watching through the window of her room the slow but short flight from the leaves of the trees to fell.
Moreover, to the older twin, this season made her feel that she could sleep and never wake up, a season full of dark colors, which made her mourn. She'd never mind being alone, but this time of year was different, it felt good, she loved it when the wind was in her face, along with leaves fluttering in the air. In autumn, her tears seemed more normal, it was difficult even to explain. Her greatest passion was always to play acoustic guitar in the park, in her private area, on the corner that never gets one, and this time she liked even more.
They entered at high school, perhaps the two with the same music ringing in their headphones, and sat on a bench to await the time of entry. A few minutes later, they saw her come in, always with airs of superiority. Oh, poor of her 'friends'... They'll gain confidence with her and her apparent kindness, will reveal their secrets, and then she'll stab them in the back. So she had done to us. Emilie could not stand the sight of her, her presence bothered her, the sight of her was repugnant, and the creaking sound of her voice made her instincts grow murderers.
"Ugh, I feel sick just by looking in that direction." Poor beauty, poor height, poor boobs, poor style, poor personality... and she acted like she was Miss Universe.
The bell rang indicating the entrance to the school, and the twins were ready to go to class, thus losing sight for a moment at a cockroach named Noelia. They met her again when they entered in the class, and she was screaming as usual, with a voice that reminded to a chicken being strangled. But thankfully, that vile sound was slightly masked by the voices of all the other kids in the class also talking endlessly... Except that guy who attracted so much the attention of Emilie, always at his desk, with his giant headphones and his Suicide Silence hoodie. He was an exchange student from America and would stay until the end of this school year, but Amy could almost say with absolute certainty that her little sister was in love with him, however much she denied it.
When she looked at Emilie, her honey eyes were watching the boy with a special twinkle in them. It was love, and thought that he also liked Emilie... But they are so stupid, why not say what they feel? Amy understood that it was difficult, but she also knew that if they did not confess their feelings, they would waste the little time they would be together.
"Sit next to him."
"No, I refuse, I would die."
"You won't know if you don't try."
"Oh, so now you want me to die?"
Blushed, Emilie ran up to sit on her own desk, unable to understand why this reaction in herself. If she doesn't want to, I will. Determined, Amy approached to the black-haired boy, she wanted the best for her little sister, and the best was helping her even if she disowned her aid. By the way, Noelia made she fell to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Said the voice of chicken that made you want to burst your own ears. "Don't you know where you're going? No wonder, you had to be blind to go dressed like that. Was you trying to break me something? You see! You only want to hurt me."
"Oh, yuck! It is as if evolution had happened, but you stayed behind, Noelia." Yelled Emilie from her desk. Amy got up and turned away, not wanting to see her dog face. Poor dogs, why do I compare them with a being that's inferior than amoebae? She got closer to the American guy to talk to him, what she wanted to do before the cockroach made her fall to the ground.
"Max, would you do a favor to me?"
"Maybe." He replied, noticing his American accent.
"Do you sit next to Emilie?" He kept his face expressionless, but Amy could tell that something was shining in his green eyes; her intuition, as most of the time, was right.
"Bah." He got up and sat next to Emilie after taken his things. Her older sister looked at her, and found a murderous look, which seemed to tell her own end, while increasingly blushed.
I do not understand how much pride not wanting to admit that she likes Max, if they make a good couple and are meant for each other. That day, Amy preferred to be alone in her thoughts, without anything or anyone that deal, she had to have good grades and be an exemplary student, so she could go to a good university. No boyfriend, carefree, and with more time to study. Although, in the depths of her apparently lonely heart, she had a void that could never fill.
Emilie Scarlett & Juliet Rose.