You sniffle at me in that pathetic little way that I always found annoying, tears rolling from your eyes. Your tiny, shaking fingers are holding something that I can’t see from this position. I cross one leg over the other to scratch a sudden itch and give you a questioning, though disdainful look. Still, you say nothing, simply continuing to sniffle until I sigh heavily in exasperation.

“What?” I snap.

You flinch back, and this gives me a sense of satisfaction, until you hold out a red marker. “I’m sorry.” You whimper.

I hear you, but I don’t acknowledge you, favoring the option of observing the marker. It was red, and those messages scrawled all over the school had been written in red. You were apologizing… which meant-

“You made him hate me.” I whispered, horrified. “He hates me because of those messages, and you did it.” a deep, guilty look overcomes your face. “You know I really like him, Anne, so why?”

“I-I’m sorry! But I love Tristan, and you were with him, and he looked happy with you…” you trail off, still crying, but there’s a sharp look in your eyes. “You’re my sister, my big sister and you always get what you want! I want Tristan!”

I didn’t even think about it as I brought the back of my hand across your cheek. “You little bitch.” I mutter, pulling back.

There’s a bright pink handprint on your cheek and still you’re looking at me with those determined eyes. “He’s mine.” You hiss, and then you lung at me so quickly that I couldn’t have had time to dodge.

I feel the pressure of your hands on my shoulders but all I can see are the colors of the walls and ceilings blending together as I fall backwards from your unexpected push. A slight sense of panic fills me as I remember that the lockers are behind me, before there was that explosive pounding in my head as it hits something hard. There’s liquid trickling down my head, tickling my flesh, but this I barely notice as dizziness sweeps my mind into blackness.

I:I:I

“Marie! Marie!”

There’s something wrong with you Anne, something that I can’t comprehend. You’re my little sister, but for some reason every little thing you do, every little hint that you are alive, makes me hate you. I sigh as I get up from my seat, popping my joints as I walk through my door. Your bright, happy face sends a surge of fire through my veins.

“What is it?” I ask, automatically aggressive.

You seem a little put off by my attitude, like always. “I’m going out on a date with Tristan tonight, so I just thought you should know since you’re supposed to be in charge.”

Tristan… yeah, that brunette boy with the nice eyes; he stares at me like I’m some sort of disease. What did I ever do to him? I snort and glare at you.

“Is that all?”

You nodded fervently.

“Then leave me alone.”

I really don’t know why it is. But seeing him lean forward to present you with a kiss saturates me with rage. I clench my fists until it hurts and wonder why I like this boy so much, and why I hate you for having him. Some abnormal, subconscious instinct keeps telling me that you’re not to be forgiven.

I just wish that I remember what for.