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JANUARY 2008
FROM a very early age, Nessa Waldorf knew what and who she wanted to be. She was smart, intelligent, cunning. She was everything her twin sister Blair wasn't. She was the blonde, Blair was the brunette.
Growing up, they always had their differences. When something got broken, Nessa would immediately blame Blair. When something went missing, Blair was to blame. It was a never ending quarrel between the two sisters.
As they grew up, it got even worse. They would steal each other's clothes, jewelry, makeup; anything that they could do to piss the other one off.
When Nessa went away, the quarrel finally stopped. Blair was the only child in the house, and with their mother always gone and their father across the world; she got lonely. She would often find herself reaching to call her sister, but she would never dial.
Blair would also find herself sleeping in her sisters room sometimes, wearing her favorite sleep shirt as she snuggled up with her blankets. Tears would fall sometimes, but nobody ever knew that. And nobody ever would.
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The sound of heels click against the tile flooring of Grand Central Station as Nessa Waldorf makes her way through the crowd. Businessmen, singers, normal people all crowded the large station.
Her blonde hair was pulled up in a small ponytail, her bangs resting on her face. Her eyes scan the room as she looks for a familiar face; but she can't seem to find one.
Nessa was under the impression that her sister would be meeting her to pick her up, but Blair Waldorf was nowhere to be found. A small sign escaped her mouth as she continued walking; a smile replacing her somber face.
"This is a terrible fucking idea." She whispers to herself as she exits the station, her brand new heels hitting the New York pavement. Letting out a loud sigh, she heads towards the sidewalk to call for a taxi.
Her eyes light up as she sees her building, the place she once called home. Jumping out the cab, she grabs her suitcases and grins as the doorman holds the large glass door open for her. She nods her head gently, heading toward the elevator.
The elevator lets out a quiet ding as it reaches the penthouse floor, the metal doors opening. She holds her breath as she grabs her bags and steps onto the white tile of her once home.
"I'm home!" She yells out, her soft voice echoing off the walls of the home.
Silence.
Not a single word. No screams as her sister walks down the stairs, her mother celebrating her return with a cake, a party. Theres nobody there. Not a single soul. She rolls her eyes as she picks up her bags, walking swiftly up the stairs and into her room.
Opening her door, she sees her bed. But it's not made. Instead, the blankets are messed up, her favorite stuffed animal sitting on the bed. Her brows furrow as she looks around her room; everything untouched except for her bed.
"Okay then." She whispers as she sets her suitcase on the carpet floor. Pushing her hair out of her face, she flops down onto her purple satin sheets and runs her finger along the bridge of her nose.
Nessa would do this as an anxiety coping mechanism. She felt it helped calm her down and regulate her emotions. Her brain was scattered as she stared at her white ceiling, her eyes slightly watering.
"Welcome home Nessa." She sighs to herself as she continues to trace the bridge of her nose.
All of a sudden she hears a loud slam of a door. Her head shoots up as her eyes widen. Jumping off her bed she walks out of her door, seeing her sister Blair standing outside of her bedroom door, holding her cell phone in her hand.
"What the hell are you doing here." Blair projects, rushing over to her sister as she stares her down.
"I live here Blair. I'm sorry." Nessa sighs, running a hand through her blonde hair as her doe-eyed twin stares her down with hatred.
"I thought I made it very clear I never wanted to see your face again in this house." Blair exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest like a little girl.
Nessa fidgets with the hem of her black skirt as she stares at her sister who is more than unhappy to see her. Her eyes wander between the wall and her sister as she struggles to hold eye contact.
"Well I'm sorry. And I come in peace. I don't want anymore problems between us Blair. You're my twin sister, we're literally connected." Nessa argues, throwing her hands up in the air as she gestures between them.
"You did the unforgivable Nessa. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it." Blair argues back, dropping her arms by her side as her eyes soften just a little bit.
"I know. I've apologized countless times. You haven't seen me in months and I haven't spoken to you. I didn't think when I came home there would still be hard feelings." The blonde girl cries, looking at her sister with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Nessa. I can't forget what you did. But I'll make a deal with you. If you grab your bags and get out of here now, I won't tell everyone what you did that night. I don't care where you go." Blair tells the blonde, her face now back to its usual stern manner. She holds her ground as she stands, waiting for a response.
Without replying, Nessa nods as she turns her back, walking into her room. Grabbing her bags and her stuffed animal, she walks out of the room and down the stairs without a second look at her sister.
