Confessions of a Fake Princess

Chapter 7- Thinking Out Loud

I woke up feeling like absolute shit. I could tell I looked like it too. I didn't have a clue what happened to me last night or really early in the morning, but my eyes were huge and puffy, my hair was a rat's nest, and I just felt really emotionally and physically drained. When I scanned my surroundings, I saw a note scrawled in messy cursive laying next to my dad's iPod. When I saw the two together, I remembered what happened. The note read: If you don't remember what happened in the morning, that's okay, but I just wanted to let you know that whatever you were crying about, it'll be alright. Also your picture was beautiful.- Neighbor. I smiled, my day getting so much brighter already. Interesting how one person's kind message changed the course of my whole day. 

 I headed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face the best I could, still looking like a zombie. Oh well. I did the best I could. I headed to my room, feeling inspired again. I had to paint what I was feeling. I put lavender, white, and black on my palate and started splatter painting. I was feeling weak and mild, yet pure and dark. These colors were the perfect representations of my emotions. I just threw paint on my canvas, ignoring the splatters of paint I had flung on my new pajamas. 

After I was done with my painting, I was just about to take a nap when I heard a tentative knock at my door, thinking that it was probably Cassidy or Claire. I yelled a loud come in and in walked Krissy, her eyes filled with tears. She looked almost as terrible as I did, like she hadn't slept in decades. Her hair was mussed and her usual crystal clear blue/green eyes were the color of murky pond water. She came in quietly and closed the door before she broke down completely.

I knew that the stress was probably getting to my twin. She had taken on quite a bit of responsibility moving us all here and arranging our house and flights, and I could tell it was affecting her a lot. Kris also didn't like open up about our parents' death, not even to me. I pushed the thoughts away and just let her sob on her shoulder. I rubbed her back comfortingly in circles. She just needed someone to be there for her right now. As her twin, that is my job, I thought as she sniffled, calming down slightly. My sister swiped at her eyes and looked at me, her eyes betraying how much pain she had kept inside, like mine did. I rubbed my sister's hand gently and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" Kyra nodded reluctantly and started telling her story.

"One day, I was in the locker room after practice and when I opened my locker a note fluttered out. I was curious, so I opened the letter. It was a death threat from an anonymous person that said if I didn't come to the school at 9:00 at night, the person would kill me and my family. I came and a person wearing a paper bag over his or her's head started hitting me and beating me until I was almost incapacitated. I honestly couldn't imagine why someone would hate me so much. I never did anything to anyone! I got mediocre grades and I was the captain of the basketball team. Never did anything else really."

"The person told me he or she would be sending another note soon, then left me, bloody and bruised in the girl's bathroom. Eventually, I had the strength to grab my phone and I called Willa to come help me. She came and took me to her house to get cleaned up. I was okay for the time being, but soon another note came. I did the same thing, but this time I actually had a broken bone. He/she snapped my wrist in half. I just kept coming home and making up different excuses. I could tell you didn't want to pry, but saw through my crap excuses."

"He/she left a last note in my locker saying that the person knew that we were moving and exactly why. The person also said to look for them in Cali." she finished with a shudder and more silvery looking tears gliding down her face. I looked at Kris in shock. How could my own twin keep something that huge away from me? My expression changed almost immediately after. I looked at Krissy with love. She had done it for us. Just to keep us safe she had endured physical abuse and a little bit of mental instability. I hugged her tighter than ever and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I love you so much Krissy. I just wish you had told me earlier. We could've avoided all this if you had, but it's okay. We need to tell Coll though." I said, starting to braid her sister's blonde hair that looked a little greasy. "Also take a bath girl," I said, "then we can have a twin day. Your choice." Kris smiled gratefully and took her hair back from me. She then slipped out of the door without noise. I sighed and ran my hand over my own dirty hair. I should probably take a bath too. I thought to myself out loud, I wonder if we have any rose bath oil left.