Tragedy and Comedy

Two faces hang on a wall, the face of Tragedy and the face of Comedy.

Tragedy- the face of eternal calamity and anguish

Comedy- the forever face of joy and happiness

As Tragedy awoke, he looked over to the black piano standing in a shaft of light, with his sister sitting on the chair, looming over the keys. Her red hair framed her white face and her rose red lips painted onto her pleasured face. Her joints had rusted, and she was sad and unresponsive. The ear-to-ear smile on her face made her look even cheesier. She just sat and stared… Maybe it was good that her strings had been cut. He walked over in front of her and looked into her empty eyes.

"Come on Comedy, wake up! You make the lovers laugh, the sad smile and the dying dream!" He nearly shouted in her face, through his blue-lipped frown.

"Tragedy, the lovers, they cried; the sad, they tried; and the dying, they died…" Comedy finally responded, lifting her face slightly, to look at her brother. He was supposed to be the one that acted like this not her! She was supposed to bring joy, laughter and happiness to everyone that she met, but no, not since her strings had been cut, and his were still attached. Her blue haired brother now had to bear both roles of their puppet lives, Tragedy had to be him and her, no matter how much he begged her, she would not move from her spot at the grand black piano, with its ivory keys and musty smell. This would be her home, until the termites finished her off, eating away at her woody arms, legs and torso, 'till nothing would be left.

"This isn't how it's supposed to end for you and I Comedy! Can't you see that! I'm the one that's supposed to be depressed, not you! You're Comedy, laughter, happiness, you're my opposite, and you were made to cheer me up!" Tragedy shouted to her gripping her hard shoulders and shaking.

"Tragedy, stop please! I know this isn't right! But I feel helpless, I can't do anything anymore, you'll be the exact same when they cut your strings, you'll be like me! HELPLESS! H-E-L-P-L-E-S-S-! Don't you get that?" Comedy shouted right back at him, her hands still drooping over the keys.

They were both right, when Tragedy's strings were cut he was helpless and the termites did eventually devour them, but not before Comedy got a final laugh…