Russian Doll
A short 500 word drabble focusing on Emily. Should I extend it, re-organise it, or leave it?
I hate her. Interesting, isn't it?
She's always been the strong one, the one with the power. She's the dominant one to my submissive. I've just been through it all so often before that I don't even think much about it any more. I let my anger build up and don't react to her. One day... One day I'm going to explode and everything inside of me, all of these thoughts and feelings that I have hidden away for so long, will come spilling out.
I'm Emily Fitch by the way. And I have a twin sister named Katie Fitch. And she's a bitch and I hate her. Not in a sisterly way, when you say you hate them but really just love them and feel a little bit resentful. I really do hate her. She is everything that is wrong in my life and everything that I want to be.
When she first started pulling away from me and growing stronger, I was shocked and hurt. She wouldn't play with me anymore, wouldn't talk to me... It all became about her. What she had done in school that day, who she was going out with, who she was friends with... She changed herself to be popular and I guess that's what angered me most. She wasn't a part of me anymore. We were different.
After that big change, and especially once we were almost finished high school, I felt nothing but hate towards the wonderful Katie Fitch.
I think back and remember when we used to play with our Barbies and I smile... Until I remember that even then she was striving for power. She was always the princess of the head of the fairies, the greatest horse rider or dancer, she always had to be the best of the two of us in our games. We'd fight over which Pocahontas character we would be. She was always Pocahontas.
When she had her first boyfriend I was green with jealously. I got my first boyfriend soon after that but I just really interested... I first realised that I liked girls when I my eyes happened upon Naomi Campbell. She entranced me...
If anything were to happen to Katie I would still feel a dreadful pang inside of me, despite the hate. She's taunted and teased me and treated me like shit for most of my life, but she's my sister. I guess that is how weak I really am, she couldn't give a rats arse about me and I actually care about her in that tiny part of me that's hidden undeneath all of the other layers.
Underneath it all, if you open me up and make me smaller and smaller, taking out each layer, the hatred, the anger, the fear... Eventually you'll come to a tiny part of my that loves. I'm like a Russian Doll I guess...