Hey people! This is a new story I thought up during English class! I hope you like it!
This story is based on the poem 'Sister Maude' by Christina Rossetti, and when we were reading it in class I wondered what would happen if it based NCIS characters instead...
I have my English assessment tomorrow, so this is kind of a preparartion.
I sat in the corner of the room, bawling as my sister screamed and yelled curses at me, not caring who heard.
"You killed him!" she screamed over and over. I hunched further into the corner to get away from her fury.
"I…I didn't mean to…" I sobbed.
"But you did! You killed him!"
I flinched and tried to crawl away, only to find that I was already in the corner and that I couldn't move any further. I looked up at Ziva with pleading eyes.
"Please, Ziva. I'm sorry," I whispered.
"I hate you! You are the worst sister ever!" She stormed out of my room, kicking the door open and slamming it shut. I could literally feel the vibrations of her footsteps before I heard the slam of her own door shut.
I sat there and cried. What's the point of living if your twin hates you?
I could hear the voice of Tony's older sister - basically my role model - repeating in my head.
"It wasn't your fault… it wasn't your fault…"
"How is this not my bloody fault?" I screamed. The window opened, and her head poked in.
Maybe I wasn't hearing things…
She climbed in and sat next to me, cradling me and rocking me back and forth.
"Shhh," she hushed me. "Just tell me what happened."
I looked up into her eyes. I should start from the beginning…
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