I used to believe everything that people told me, once my elder sister was trying to sleep on the sofa, we were very young and even then; I was always the naive one. She was trying to sleep and I disturbed her, naturally she was angry, I asked her why she wasn't moving. She told me she was dead.
I ran to my mother crying my eyes out, little face pinched and red and streaming with tears, I still remember the look of shock on my mothers face as she asks me what's wrong
"Trina's dead!" I wailed, her face dropping with worry, just at the thought of one of her baby's dying.
"How do you know?" My mothers voice was half worry and half suspicion, a mixture I didn't recognize back then.
"She told me!" My tears only made the situation more hilarious, my mothers laughter seemed so inappropriate, so wrong for the given situation I had thought that maybe she had secretly hated Trina and had been waiting for this day. Of course it was nothing like that.
I'm not half as naive anymore, I've grown out of my childish beliefs and I'm glad, because if I still had that childish attitude then Jades words would have killed me by now, its only recently I've began to recognize that they're lies anyway, her words of hate, her name-calling and mean words. They are all a smokescreen she uses to protect herself, because if the world isn't afraid of Jade West then people will try to hurt her, better to make everyone afraid right? Better to make someone else feel you pain for you. Except no-ones feeling any pain, not anymore.
Because unlike my mother, back when Trina 'died' I know how to play along.