SISTER

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"Bezalel! Wake up!" Laura, the mother screamed pushing bezalels body. Her puffy eyes opened to see her mother holding a phone up to her ear, her eyes bloodshot. "Now get dressed I'm not driving you today." With that Laura exited the room slamming the door behind her.

She wanted to drift off back to sleep feeling her eyes get heavier the more she stays laying down. She got up at the sound of her mother's car started and exiting the drive way. Instead of going to school she wanted to walk around the neighbourhood and think about anything else but what she was experiencing.

She took off her night clothes and slid on a pair of baggy jeans and a brown hoodie. Opening the window of her bedroom bezalel started to walk towards the gas station, rain hit her covered head as she walked towards the half working flashing sign. Music was heard as she entered the store.

She reached for the box of cigarettes, a can of cola in the other hand, walking up to the counter with a 10 dollar bill in her hand. "Just this." The quite obviously tired cashier said as bezalel placed her items on the counter top. "Yes." Her shaky voice made the cashier quirk an eyebrow in her direction.

"9.35, cash or card." The cashier said which gave bezalel a sigh of relief. "Um cash." The cashier reached out her hand, Bezalel put the bill in the cashiers hand and walked away not expecting any change.

Walking to a familiar spot where her and Blair used to make forts she lit a cigarette with the matches in her hoodie pocket. Letting herself fall on a wet rock in the middle of a dewy field. Though she knew her actions weren't going to end well she felt relaxed with the cigarette in between her lips and the cola she occasionally sipped on.

The rain went on for hours, bezalel managed to get through half the pack before sunset. She realised that she was in no condition to go back home to her mother, confronting her wasn't the best idea. Walking back to her house hallucinating every one that walked by made her continually look back.

Arriving at her twins window she opened it to see Blair passed out on her bed. Hopping in through the small window and over the window sill into her sisters room made voices echo in her head. How her friends did horrible things to her every day. Walking up to her sisters bed were she layed she reached for the pocket knife in her hoodie.

Opening it she stabbed the blade into her sisters chest. The blood flowing on her body with an open wound slowly faded into nothing revealing she never had a pocket knife in the first place. Bezalel panted in slight relief and confusion. She tried walking to the door, Blair stood up to talk.

"Bezalel? Why are you in my room." Her voice sounded shaky and scared as she reached for her bedside light her shaky hand turning it on showing her shaky hands. "Nothing Blair, go back to sleep." She replied, hoping she'd let it go.

"Goodnight."