JADE
A loud crash of thunder woke me from my sleep and I could not go back. We were expecting a storm and to be honest, I am most scared of them.
I sat on my bed only by the light of my bedside lamp, trying not to look out the window. But as I raised my eyes, a sudden whip of lightning crossed the frame, making me jolt backwards, giving quick flashes of memory to the night before the accident.
The random shapes and colors and streaks of light along with a cacophony of noise in the memory made my head hurt. I buried my face in my hands hoping it would stop the playing of cut off images.
A feathered mask. Shards of glass. Screeching of rubber on the road.
“Boom!” the thunder that followed stopped the noise.
I slowly rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
“Gosh!” I muttered. I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen and get water to calm my nerves, making sure to bring my phone with me to use as a light if in case the lights go off from the thunderstorm.
As I opened my door, I clearly saw Jesy was out of her room, looking at her reflection in the mirror opposite the staircase. Since our rooms were adjacent with mine closer to the stairs, I thought I won't disrupt her and go straight to the kitchen. But she turned to me and I froze.
JESY
I am not a bad person I swear. I love Jade and I know she would believe me if I told her. What hurts me most is that she is starting to replace me with new friends she has. I knew she is making new friends and I am afraid that one day she would just abandon me. I don't ever want that to happen. No matter how she tries to assure me that there is no one else.
I could not sleep because of the storm outside. I knew from when we were young that Jade is afraid whenever there is a storm, and I would always hold her in my arms to calm her. It is wrong to think that I don't miss doing that for her. It's just that, how do you suppose me to comfort her when I don't have any more strength to do that? I have a broken arm that would never move again even if I will it to, could not even see clearlry since I had one eye out from the accident which she caused by being so stubborn that night. I wanted to be strong again, and be her shoulder and mountain to lean on, but everytime I think of it, the pain surges through my soul, blended with frustration at knowing that the one I loved most has rendered me disabled.
And that thought alone had me raged tonight. And when I am angry, I only have one thing to calm me down-hearing dishes break as I fill them with my anger and throw them far from me, hoping that their breaking would break the circumstance and I will be as I was. And Jade and I would be closer than ever before. Better the dishes than hurting her. That is one of two reasons I hide from her, the other being the fact that I don't want her to see me all misshapen while her beauty grows everyday, which I may admit that I grow jealous of, well aware that I have nothing more that I can turn into beauty in me.
As I stepped out from my hermit nest, I got a glance of my self in the mirror which I get even angrier to see still hung on the wall at a right angle from my door. And seconds later, I heard a creak, knew immediately that it was my younger sister coming out of her room. Of course this is unexpected. She, for the first time dared to be getting out of a cave of blankets in the midst of a thunderstorm evening. But that mattered less. The anger in me is so much for her leaving that mirror there when she knows that my own reflection is my enemy. I knew I turned to her with my eyes still burning the embers of my pained anger throwing down on the floor a saucer of sandwich that sat on a table between our doors, but looking back at myself in the mirror, I felt a black shadow over my thoughts and I wanted to hide from the hideous creature I see of myself. I had to go back to my seclusion and lock up, so I opened my door and got back in, falling into a black pit after a slam that could have gone along with another clap of thunder
