Till Death Do Us Part
My sister and I are opposites. She pretends to be sexy, and I pretend to be the girl next door. She dyed her hair red, and mine is still the dull brown it`s been since birth. But we`re joined at the hip...literally.
Another thing about my sister: I hate her.
In her own cruel, twisted little mind, I think she almost
likes being conjoined twins. I think she
likes spending every waking moment torturing me, feeding on my pain.
I think she`s driving me insane.
I stare into my coffee, trying to ignore her. I wish she wasn`t here. I wish she was a completely separate being from me, living in some other house with some other family far, far away.
"Callia, are you feeling okay?" Robbie asks gently, grabbing my hand.
"Has she ever? That girl is sick," Rose sneers. Robbie ignores her, and that almost makes it hurt worse. That`s another thing I hate: as beautiful and kind and sweet and perfect as Robbie is, he doesn`t stand up to her. No one stands up to Rose. My father had nightmares about her, before he ran away.
I wish I could have run away with him, away from Rose, and away from my blissfully ignorant mother. Why would he leave me here?
"Yeah, I`m fine, Robbie," I look into his eyes and smile weakly. He kisses me lightly on the lips, tasting like espresso. Rose hoots and cackles in the background.
We pull away.
Rose is ruining it. She`s ruining everything.
"Well, lover boy, Cal and I have to go. We`re going shopping now," Rose cackles again, pulling me away. I stiffen my leg, trying to keep us from leaving, but Rose is stronger, always has been.
"Bye Callia," Robbie says weakly, watching me go.
We board a bus, headed for the city, and people stare as we walk past. Rose leads me to the back of the bus, poking and prodding me the entire ride.
"You are a stupid, worthless b***h," she whispers quietly, so no one else can hear. "I don`t know why Robbie hasn`t dumped you. I saw him staring at the waitress, Cal. It`s only a matter of time. You`re the reason Dad left, and Mom loves me more than you, or else she`d believe you, now wouldn`t she?"
I sob softly into the window, watching normal people with normal lives and no Rose walking by. And finally the bus ride is over, and Rose can`t terrorize me anymore.
The mall is huge, framed by palm trees that, when we were younger, Rose promised would fall and kill me, and Mom and Dad would be so much happier then. She drags me into Victoria`s Secret, looking at all the clothes and commenting constantly, "Oh, you`d look horrible in that, Cal. I won`t even bother trying it on."
After thirty minutes, Rose bores of her little game and ventures into a Wiccan shop, walking up to the woman at the counter and demanding, "Read my fortune."
The woman is short and slim, with hair cut into a sleek bob. Smiling, she agrees. Rose follows her into a little closet-sized room, complete with a crystal ball that rests on an ironing board and a short, squat bookshelf filled with books. The woman plops down on the floor, and Rose follows suit, jostling me in the process and smiling.
"Oh, and your sister can look at the books, if she likes," the woman says offhandedly.
Rose sits there for an hour, listening to the woman tell her her fortune, until my legs are numb, and my arm is cramping up from lack of water. I finger through the books, drinking my own spit. I don`t dare ask Rose if we can get some water.
One catches my eye. The cover is strangled by ivy and curlique wording, but I can just barely make out the title, "Spells." I want to put it down, being the good Christian girl I am. Witchcraft is a sin.
But I can`t. It`s like it`s permanantly glued to my hand. I flip it open, and see it. "How to separate conjoined twins," the heading says.
I read, hoping I`ll finally have a way out. Rose finishes her fortune, but by that time, I`m in shock.
No.
No.
I can`t.
But...
On the bus ride home, I barely hear her abuse.
Mom makes us dinner, macaroni and cheese again. It`s Rose`s favorite, but not mine. Mom always seems to forget that.
The entire time, Mom talks about her new boyfriend, and Rose kicks me under the table. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Mom, please make her stop," I beg, interrupting her speech. "Please, please make her stop."
"Stop what, dear?" Mom asks, pissed at being interrupted.
"You will
pay for that. Don`t say another word," Rose hisses, and I don`t bother trying, too afraid of Rose`s wraith.
Mom continues blabbering, pretending it never happened.
We go to bed a few hours later, Rose murmuring in my ear.
"Whore, b***h, unloved piece of s**t..." she continues. "b*****d, slut, floozy." Something in me snaps. I can`t take it anymore.
I`ve dealt with this every damn day of my life.
Every.
Damn.
Day.
"Rose," I beg, "can we please, please go get a snack. I`m so hungry."
"Fine, dickwad," she spits out, sensing my desperation. We get up silently, padding into the kitchen. Rose rummages around in the fridge, and I position myself just right.
The moon is shining, and through the red-tinted windows, it seems like it`s bathing the world in blood.
I grab the butcher knife quickly, and Rose turns around, hearing the sound.
"What the hell are you--" her voice cuts out abruptly as I stab her, over and over, until her chest is covered in red. Beautiful.
I chant, holding the bloody knife with white knuckles in case Mom wakes up. Let her come. Let her see what happened to her golden girl. Let her see.
Rose droops, like a wilted flower, and the weight brings me down to my knees. I grasp at the counter for balance.
"I sacrifice her, and will that your might will free me. Satan, I am your servant, free me from my bonds," I end, and the knife winks in the moonlight.
A horrible sound, like a soul being ripped from its body, pitches up, and I cover my ears, the blood from the knife dripping down onto the floor with repetitive plops. I look down at Rose and her limp corpse explodes, leaving blood that covers the floor.
A stain.
Just like Rose is.
Or should I say
was?
I cackle.
I run to Robbie`s. We can finally be together, without Rose there, without her
ruining it.
The door is unlocked, and I let myself in.
"Robbie," I call, and he limps into the room in his boxers, looking dead tired.
"What--" he stops.
"I did it. I freed myself. Now we can--" I laugh, happy for once. Free. Free. So free.
"What did you
do, Callia?" his voice quivers, and he grabs for the phone. "Y-you`re an abomination. I h-have to call the police," he shakes, backing away slowly.
"No!" I shout. "You can`t. We can
be together. We can finally be free from Rose." He doesn`t put down the phone. "Please..."
He starts talking into it, begging the police to come
now.
Hysterical, I pull out the knife, slicing his neck.
"N-no," I stutter as he chokes on his own blood. "
No. I didn`t mean to..." I choke back a sob.
A wave of pain wracks through my body, and in the distance, I can just make out Rose`s faint form.
"Hello, Cal. What a psycho you are. You killed him, but it`s okay, he never loved you anyways," she mocks. Abuse fills my ears, and I howl.
I
killed her.
Why is she still
here?
Please God, make her go
away.
She hurls a lamp at my head.
"Quiet," she growls. The police march through the door, and Rose smiles.
"It looks like we`ll be spending a lot of time together, Cal. You look like
s**t in orange."