Trina didn't think she would end up this way. A depressed drunken forgotten girl, stuck in her younger sister's shadow. How often did you hear that story?
See, Trina did know she was pretty, and she wasn't fat either. Sure, maybe she wasn't talented, but she damn right mattered too. And now Tori's getting married, and she won't be there. Because she'll be outshone once again, by the blushing bride and beautiful bridesmaids, and not once would anyone ask about how her life has been for the last ten years. Yes, she knew that it was Tori's day, but would anyone bother to say a simple hi to her? No.
Life was much easier, she decided, alone. No one could hurt her or tell that no one liked her, because no one fucking knew her.
She poured herself more cheap wine, and sat in the middle of her cold bed. She flipped the radio on, and gave a deep sigh and what song came on. Jade West dubbed it her song, (but without the talent.)
(Primadonna girl, yeah / all I ever wanted was the world / I can't help that I need it all / the primadonna life, the rise and fall / you say that I'm kinda difficult / but it's always someone else's fault / got you wrapped around my finger, babe / you can count on me to misbehave.)
She inhaled. Trina hated being alone with her thoughts; they plagued her day and night. She remembered school, and how everyday she could barely get out of bed; for fear of mockery. It didn't help much. Being mocked seemed to be the norm for her. How sad.
Trina gave up on her dreams a while ago. It didn't hurt her as much as she thought it would. She just began a flightless path toward enough money for the week. She worked two jobs; waitress and, (she shuddered,) stripper. It kept the rent paid, so she didn't think too low of herself.
And once again Trina finds herself biting back bitterness. Why didn't Tori help her? She's the popstar, the cookie-cutter princess that Trina so longed for.
It wasn't fair. Why did Tori get everything Trina wanted with such ease, while Trina worked and worked, and worked, yet didn't get anything for her efforts?
(Oh, that's right. Because Tori was better. Tori was talented. Tori... it was always Tori who outshone her. Make it shine...)
Her phone buzzes and for a second, she ignores it, drinking in more of her wine. It continues vibrating, and exhales slowly at the name.
She picked it up, her nails scraping the remaining rhinestones. (A last memento of her "glamour days."
"Ah. Tori; what a surprise do you have for me today? What incentive are you gonna bribe me with today?"
Even over the phone, Trina can already see her sister's lips part in annoyance, - or expression, Trina didn't care at this point.
"Trina, I just want you to reconsider coming? We have time to fit your dress and I really want you to be my maid of honor."
Trina downs the rest of her cup. She hangs up. Tori doesn't call back.
It's a fucked up world we live in, Trina decides. Someone is always dying or depressed, and Trina can't think one day when she was at Hollywood Arts that someone wasn't laughed at, or made fun of. Trina couldn't barely remember days when that someone wasn't her.
She recalls days where she swore she was all glitter and stars. When she could fly without falling and constant smiles graced her face, though they were always slipped off quickly by cruel insults thrown from pink lips and uttered compliments teachers had to give.
How Trina wished she could go back to elementary school. Maybe she didn't have as much friends there... but she was happiest there.
How often do you hear the story of a ugly duckling always being the ugly duckling? Never.