Sisters

Part 1: Naomi

          Sisters. Something people without think they need. Something people with don't want. Okay, okay. They aren't THAT bad, but I know for a fact that I have it worse. I have a twin sister. Lucky me. Her name is Phoenix, and mine is Naomi. We have pretty odd names if you ask me, but that's beside the point. My point is that I have a twin sister that I don't wan-"NAOMI!!" Phoenix yells as she bursts into my dorm. She still had on last night's makeup, but I doubt she could tell. "Where is my charger?" She eyed my messy room, and she finally looked at me. "And get off of that computer and clean this room. I don't know how you can sleep with clothes all over your bed." "Fine, fine," I replied as I got up to search for her charger. She's always losing stuff, so she comes to ME to find it. I pointed to my dresser, "It's prolly in there, but I can't be too sure. You haven't visited me in, oh how long ago was it, uh..yesterday maybe?" My voice was oozing with sarcasm, and she could tell. She walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. "Finally," she muttered as she grabbed the cord to her charger. "You're very welcome," I whispered as she headed out the door. She gave me a quick smile and flipped me off. I turned around to get back on my PC as the door slammed. 

        My eyelids were getting heavy. I took my eyes off my screen and glanced at my clock. 12:59.  "Dang," I thought out loud. I logged off and took a once-over of my dorm. My roommate wasn't here, probably getting drunk with her many boyfriends, and my eyes fell on something shiny on the floor across the room. I yawned as I stood up, and then limped to my crutches. "What the fuck is this?" I wondered as I got closer to the object. I weakly bent down to pick up the blood-stained knife in front of me.