Sister My Sister

O.K., this is a kind dark fic. Not really dark, just a bit. Um, it’s my first attempt at original stuff, and um, well, wish me luck. Trust me, I need , the PG rating is for a bit of language and intense matters, but nothing’ really bad. This story focuses on a sister/sister relationship. I mean family relationship. Not a romantic one.

d/c: Hey! Wait a minute! I own the characters AND the plot! Muahahah!

“Ya know, they way you smoke like that you’re gonna break the record.” My ‘best friend’ Kimberly told me. Kimberly was one of those dumb, blond cheerleaders who had driven themselves to drugs, smoking and drinking to handle the societal pressures of being popular. In other words, tall,beaultiful, and not a brain cell in that frickin’ head of hers.

“Yeah? Well good for me. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get lung cancer and die.” I retorted. I, on the other hand, had raven black hair, and while tall and fairly acceptional looking, I was not popular and not on the cheerleading squad. I had always been considered the outcast. Why? I was so sarcastic to anyone who even dared speak to me, I sucked in school, and everyone considered me one of those funkies who just drinks and does all that other crap ‘cause I want to. Which is name was Faith. Too bad I didn’t live up to the expectation of the name. But I could care less about their opinions. I was my own woman and could behave accordingly to my own rules. I was fifteen. No one was going to tell me how to live my life.

Kimberly laughed as she took a puff of her cigarette. “Maybe we’ll both die, and end up lying in 2 hospital beds, beside each other, and be regretting ever doing all this shit.” She toosed her hair a bit.

“Yeah. And our parents will be all ‘Oh my good lord! Where did we go wrong with our upbringing of this child? Why didn’t she listen! We told her everything was bad for her! So why did she do it? Oh why!’” I mocked. She laughed again. I put out my cigarette.

“Well, I have to go home. Folks want me to baby sit Jessica.” I told her, rolling my eyes. “I mean, she’s 11. I don’t have to do anything! She can take care of herself!” Jessica was my sister. A mistake. But I could always push her around and do whatever I wanted with her. I considered it fun. So that’s the only reason why I actually showed up. I made fun of the way she looked. She had to be the skinniest thing that I ever saw! Her eyes looked too big for her head! The only thing that slightly even resembled me was the long, black hair. So it was fun and easy to make her feel bad. to start her crying.

I said goodbye and started walking home.

When I got there, In was surprised to see Jessica, all alone, sitting at the table, looking at some photographs.

“Where are mom and dad?” I demanded. “Out. They left before you came.” She muttered. I smiled. Now I could have some fun.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” I asked, in the voice that my sister knows all to well. It meant I was going to give her trouble.

I walked around behind her with my hands behind my back, prepared to tease her about whatever she was looking at. But when I saw what was on the photograph, my heart stopped. It was me, when I was ten, and her, when she was seven. The picture has us out on the front yard. It was some day in Augest, and the sun was shining. The sprinkler was on, and we were in our bathing suits. I was walking through the sprinkler with Jesse on my back. It was obvious that we were both laughing, and having a good time.

“Where did you get that?!” I demanded.

“I dug it out of some old picture books.” She said, staring straight ahead at the picture.

“Look! Speak to me god damn it!” I yelled, slapping her hard on the face. She didn’t yell, instead she turned around and faced me with teary eyes.

“Why Faith? Why do you hate me so much? Why do you hurt me?” She asked, her voice nearly a whispered.

“Because, you’re a selfish little brat who doesn’t deserve to live.” I replied, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

She took a moment before she spoke again. “Look, I know you hate me. I know that you hate everyone and everything,” “Why you!” I was about to slap her hand when she spouted out “But I love you!”

“Huh?” I stopped my hand in mid air, shock about what she said.

“Look Faith. You have me scared. I don’t like it when you smoke, drink and do drugs because you’re hurting yourself. And I care.” I felt tears suddenly spring to my eyes. She.... cared? About a bitch like me, who had destroyed her entire life? Beaten her? Taken advantage of her because she was younger?

“And I don’t like it when you hurt me, ‘cause I really do love ’s why I never told mom and dad, because I was sure you would change into the old Faith I knew. But instead you got worse. To the point that you didn’t really care what happened and what you did to the people around you. Just as long as you could hurt everyone. And you hurt me. Not just physically, emotionally. Because no matter what happens, I will always love you, and you will always be my sister.” She told me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

“Why’d didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked softly, taking a chair next to her.

“I was scared that you’d hate me more then ever, and you’d hurt me more. I used to look up to you, Faith. When I was seven I wanted to be you when I grew up. I wanted to be as kind and as caring as you were. But then you changed. What went wrong Faith? Was it because of me?”I felt myself go into full blown tears. I gathered her up in my arms and gave her a big hug.

“Oh god! No! It had nothing to do with you! You were the best sister anyone could have had! But it was me! I put this upon myself! I went into the wrong crowd and I didn’t get out! I could have saved myself. But I did want to. I’m so sorry that I made you worry!” I told her, crying into her hair.

“I’m sorry that I ever made fun of you! Because you know what? You are the smartest, most beautiful, kindest, most understanding person in the world and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise! Least me. And I’m so sorry that I did express my true feelings! But I love you too! You were always there for me when I needed to talk my feelings out, you never told anyone that I was hurting you. I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize that I love you more then anyone in the world!” There. I had said everything needed. I felt so stupid now. So what if I did drugs, smoked, stole and drank? It didn’t make me seem older! It made me seem stupider! How could I have hurt Jesse so much without even taking time to realize it? I hated myself! I hated myself more then anything! I didn’t deserve my sister’s kindness and patience!

“Is there any way you could ever forgive me for what I’ve done?” I asked her. She gently pushed me away. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks too. But now she had a smile on her face. I couldn’t help but smile too.

“Only if you promise me one thing.” She told me. “What?” I asked. “You’ll stop doing all the bad stuff you do, and try more in school. I want you to be happy and well. Now and in the future.” She told me. I smiled.

“Yep. I promise.” I gave a glance at the slowly burning cigarette in the ashtray. “And let this be the beginning of my promise.” I told her, putting it out. She smiled and hugged me.

O.K, short and stupid, I know. Do you think this should have been rated PG13? I was debating. Read, review, relax, and remember me when you pick up my best selling book! ::People start laughing:: O.K., so maybe no. But the first two parts might be nice.