A traitorous thought creeps into my mind as I see you waltz into the room with all the grace of a ballerina on cocaine. That flacid smile drips of sarcasm and yet everyone clusters around you and licks up the drops you drip.
I cringe to think I'm blood related to you. I dream, lucid dreams, of a variety of ways in which I can end my torment of you on this earth. My own smile grows genuine as my thoughts seep into every synapse of data within my imagination. You approach, your ever present sycophants latched onto your teat, and my skin crawls when you lean in for a Frenchman's kiss.
"Hello sister," falls from your lips.
"Hello Natasha," I swallow my bile and recall social norms, "you look rested."
My internal dialogue betrays my sincerity, girls like us know how to cut with words, lick the blood, and smile in the face of an enemy.
Mother would be so damn proud.
"Baby sister, don't pout, you've done beautifully in my absence," Natasha beams as she slings her Cartier watch onto my arm and wraps me like a boa constrictor.
"Yes Natasha, one must rise to the challenge and shine. After all, this business has no time to rest big sister," i say, and a smile bleeds from my words.
Natasha doesn't miss a thing, and she almost chokes on her drink, but alas she won't shed her mask in public. That would be too juvenile.
She laughs it off with a breathy whisper, drags her nails a touch too rough on my inner wrist as she let's go. Others are vying for her attention, and I am no longer interesting. I swallow my scotch in one long drag, and breathe. Mommy always said to breathe when you escape a venomous clutch and live.
Mommy loved me, and Natasha will never forgive me for it.
I collect my coat and purse from the coat girl, and wonder how close my life came to being so uncomplicated. But no, mommy loved me. Now I'm trying to swim with the sharks in this putrid business and my big sister is the biggest shark of them all.
If only I didn't smell like blood. Mommy never knew I would be a traitor.
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Iridescent Pearls
Short StoryHello again, yes I'm still here. This new creation is an experiment. I am going to try my hand at fiction, a story being told through diary entries. It's going to be a work in progress, and a new venture for the year 2016. I will try to update, add...
