Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chaper Twenty-Four

I couldn't stop smiling, even when I tried to force it off my face with my fingers. Christine would be partying if she knew what just happened a hour ago upon my bed. He kissed me again, and this time it was meant to happen, meant to be lighting. I just couldn't stop smiling now, knowing that she would be happy and probably is happy wherever she was, made it bigger and brighter.

"I thought you just came home from a funeral?" Nana came up behind me holding the dress I just tore off.

"Something good happened, Nana," I told her, attempting to stop smiling.

"I know you're going to hate me for saying this, sweetheart," I already knew what she was going to say. "You look exactly like your mother right now."

"I know," I sighed. "I may look like her, but I will never be her. Abandoning her only child to only find her with her wrists slit, that is something I never thought someone would be able to do. I will never be like her, ever."

"Tanya was always a little bit on the idiotic side, who wouldn't want a beautiful daughter like you?" Nana laid the dress on the dresser in front of me and began to play with my hair. "You're going to grow up and be beautiful as anything, more beautiful than my daughter ever was capable of being."

"Thanks Nana," I turned and hugged her. "But nothing can shake this feeling that something is going to happen that I'm going to be just like her in some way." It was true, this feeling lingered in my heart. There was nothing I could do to shake it.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Nana awaited an announcement.

"Nana, no!" I squealed. We both laughed, there was one person left in my family and I was so happy it was able to be Nana. "But I know something is going to happen."

"Only the future holds the truth. We'll have to wait and see," Nana stopped playing with my hair and grabbed the dress once again. "I might as well clean this, it's really all I have left of my daughter other than you."

"I love you Nana, good night," I bid good bye.

I stared into the mirror that I didn't even notice was in front of me. This feeling, it was evil. I didn't know what it was. Was it a child? No, couldn't be. That needed sex and unless I was asleep when it happened, I never had any. So, there was something else. Something else that linked me to Tanya, my worst foe. Or maybe it was clear as day.

I took my finger and started to go up and down my scars, feeling each bump that divided my skin and it's natural color. When I was little I over heard Tanya talking to herself when she thought I was asleep. It had to do with the fact she hated herself, she was the one who was the most evil. Her own enemy.

Something clicked, it finally clicked. Tanya hated herself, as did I. She blamed herself for so much, put herself away from the rest of the world. I couldn't believe I never noticed this before. Tanya was her own enemy. And I on the other hand was just like her.

I am my own worst enemy.