My Sister My Enemy

Chapter One: The Beginning

Third P.O.V

Tears streamed down the face of young Mianga as she sat in her bed feeling as though the darkness around her would consume her. She watched as her twin sister Topanga slept in the bed next to hers. Though Mianga was the same age as Topanga she felt as though she had to protect her from the darkness. With her parents now gone, and no living relatives, they were both going to be put into foster care, making them leave much of their things behind. Though they would get the inheritance when they turned eighteen that didn't little to comfort Mianga. She worried that they wouldn't have enough, that they wouldn't be treated right and that they would somehow lose everything that was in the house before they got a chance to see it again. That did nothing to help ease her new grief, if anything it added to the pain.

Mianga felt trapped in the dark, chained by the memory of watching her parents die. Suddenly the pain rose to unbearable and she fled the dark room, stumbling as she made it to the third floor of her house. She threw open the large oak door and crumbled onto the ground of the library, next to the glass window. The moonlight danced through the window as she starred out to the damp streets outside, her face pressed against the cold glass. After awhile she moved to her father's old desk and opened the desk drawer to pull out her father's leather bound journal. "Oh father , what would you have me do now," she whispered as she clutched the book to her chest. Outside, the dark world slept on and she wished she could join them and dream herself away from her harsh reality.

Two Years Later

Mianga's P.O.V

Once more I watched as my foster parents sneered before throwing me into the cramped closet. I had once again got a better grade than Milly, their 'perfect' daughter, on a test. A sin to them that a dumb foster girl had dared to do. Especially since I had been advanced two years placing me into their daughter's class which she had been held back twice.

"She made me look all dumb in front of my friends," shrieked MIlly from all the way on the other side of the house. "Why do you let her make me look stupid," her voice an octave to high to not cause me to flinch, "MAKE HER STOP!" I shuffled a laugh as her parents frantically tried to calm her down, when Topanga had enough.

"IT'S NOT MIANGA'S FAULT THAT YOU PRECIOUS DAUGHTER IS AN IDIOT," Topanga yelled, her anger heavy in her voice. Oh Topanga please don't make things worse. "IN FACT THAT TRAIT SEEMS TO RUN IN THE FAMILY," her voice getting louder with each word. Yep, you made it worse. Suddenly there was a loud crack that echoed through out the house. I jumped to me feet, my fist clenched. "Were you trying to high five me," Topanga said sarcastically, " Cause you missed and hit my face. Lucky for us you're weak and my fact is pretty tough."

"Why you impotent little brat," yelled my foster father. I could practically see his red face turn purple. I heard loud bangs and lumps followed by hiss of pain. "You and your smart alec sister have just earned yourself no supper for a week," he hollered making me sigh. Well that's that. The closet door was flung open and in flew Topanga as she was thrown in. I glared at him and his eyes got wide before he slammed the door. Somehow it had gotten in his head that me a less than sixty pound seven year old could harm him. I had heard him mutter something about that I walked to quite, was too emotionless for him to be comfortable and that no matter what I never flinched nor ever reacted to pain. That and somehow I could take him down if he ever raise a hand to my sister in front of me but would never defend myself. Those were the reasons that I was covered in bruises and scars instead of my sister.

"You should have stayed quite," I whispered to Topanga, "Maybe you could have gotten something to eat. You didn't get any food yesterday." She just rolled her eyes and glared at the locked door.