Random Shakespeare

CHAPTER 2

     "Deal." That one word sealed their fate, sending them into a spiral of rage and hate.

     After the deal had been made, Brittany went to go cry in a supply closet while rumors spread about how Kaitlyn grabed a random guy to skip class with. The sisters were complete opposites in almost every way.

     Brittany preferred to wear soft colors, modest, sensible clothes that made her blend in, with her blond hair often curled and pinned to the side so that it flowed over her shoulder in an elegant way.

     Kaitlyn wore leather, and lot's of it. It seemed her closet consisted of only dark reds, purples, and black. She had dyed her hair blue, and straightened it every day. 

     Brittany loved classical music, and had trained in ballet for as long as she can remember. She had learned to play the violin and piano, and loved to perform.

     Kaitlyn listened to heavy rock and screamo. She could sing like no one would ever know because she would never sing in front of anyone. She refused to learn any instrument, and would never tell anyone why.

     Brittany still blushed when cute boys would talk to her, and wore her promise ring every day. She dreamed of finding someone who would love her endlessly.

    People spread rumors about how Kaitlyn would skip class with guys people thought she had just met, and would occasionally go to clubs and people would say that she spent the night with the guys she finds there. She finds the idea of marriage and love stupid.

     Brittany loved vanilla.

     Kaitlyn loved chocolate.

     Brittany preferred to use her dancing as exercise.

     Kaitlyn went on daily runs.

     Brittany still held onto hope that she and Kaitlyn would be sisters again.

     Kaitlyn knew it was a lost cause.

     The two sisters did have few things in common, though. A scarce, few things, but they are there.

     Both loved to be in Drama club.

     Both sisters had locked themselves away in their respective rooms for a week when their mother had died in a plane crash going to a business meeting.

     Both have everything they could ever want thanks to the inheritance their father had gotten from his family.

     Both wished their father was home more, and that he hadn't thrown himself into work after he realized that his wife wasn't coming home.

     Both wished they could see their mother again, just once.

     Both realized that after her death, they had nothing in common, and were better enemies than sisters.

     So that's what they became.

     "I can't believe you! Making that bet? Drama club is the one thing that both of us enjoy and won't try to kill each other over! Why would you try to destroy that?" Brittany said to her sister, gently setting her bag on the hook in the front hallway.

     "Hey, you were the one that agreed! No one was making you! And, really? 'The one thing we don't try to kill each other over'? You were the one that just had to defend the 'greatest play of all time' as you called it!" Kaitlyn screamed back, throwing her bag onto the table.

     "Why couldn't you just leave well enough alone? But no, you couldn't, because everything is always about you, isn't it?" Brittany said, putting her hand on her hip, and gesturing wildly with the other.

     "I'm not the one who has a different dance recital or cello performance every week!"

     "I play the violin, not cello! And you're the one who always gets in trouble! You know, at the beginning of the school year, one of my teachers was calling role and sounded scared just to speak my last name, because she realized that I was your sister! I had to explain that I wasn't a evil brat who only cares about herself!"

     Kaitlyn stepped up to her younger sister until they were nose-to-nose. "Shut up, you pathetic little waste of space." Then she slapped Brittany, and calmly walked upstairs to her room.

     Brittany had looked up after Kaitlyn, and when she was no longer in sight, collapsed on the floor, crying. She sobbed for only a few minutes, before she walked into the kitchen, tears silently coming down her face now. She grabbed the knife she kept hidden from everyone else, rolled up one of her sleeves, and slid it across her wrist. Blood blossomed, and she let out a deep breath, feeling some of the sadness she had leave her. She only did this when she had really bad fights with her sister, and she could think of nothing else to help her. There was no help for her. After their mom had died and Kaitlyn became what she is now, her dad had only asked Kaitlyn if she was doing anything she shouldn't. If Kaitlyn was hurting herself. If Kaitlyn was okay. He told Kaitlyn that she could call him whenever she needed too if she needed someone to tell her that things will get better.

     No one asked Brittany if she was okay. No one cared about her. At this last thought, Brittany slid the knife down her wrist one more time, adding yet another scare to her collection, and let out another sob.

     No one cares about me.

     And, in her mind, no one ever will.

     Kaitlyn was upstairs, listening to music, and grabbing her journal. No one knew about what she does when she's alone, not even Brittany. Only her mom had known.

     She wrote songs. That was her big secret. It was the only way for her to feel better. She didn't smoke, she didn't drink, and she didn't do drugs. She didn't do any of the terrible things people thought she did. All that she did that was a bad coping mechanism was the sex she had with a few guys. That was all. And that wasn't even as often as people thought, and she had stopped before things got too out of hand, and those guys knew what was going on; knew that she could be doing so much worse. They were friends. Probably some of the only friends she had.

     The song she was writing right now was about when she remembered when their mother would take her and Brittany out for ice cream, and then take them to the movies. She had loved comedies.

     It was about how she wished she had been there for Brittany after everything that had happened, like an older sister should. Instead, she became a bitch, and she didn't know how to apologize.

     Most of her songs were about Brittany, actually. Before she died, their mother had suggested to Kaitlyn that she write a song for Brittany for her birthday, and then perform it at her birthday party. She said that it was a wonderful idea; that is was the perfect way to tell Brittany how much Kaitlyn loved her.

     They ended up never having the party, and the song lay in the back of her journal; unfinished like all the rest in there.

     She can't finish any of her songs. Not after everything that her family has been through. She gets to a certain point, and her mind goes blank. She can't think of any more words. She's not an idiot. She knows it's because of her terrible treatment towards her sister, but she can't help the way she is. She tried, but they just always end up arguing. After a while, she had realized it was a lost cause, and instead tried to convince people even more that she was a terrible person, in hopes that everyone would like Brittany more. In hopes that Brittany would do better at school and life, and become a better person in order to combat the way Kaitlyn was. Kaitlyn looked out for her sister, albeit in a strange way, but she still loved Brittany, and she always will.