Same Body, Different Person

07 | The funeral

It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon. Sarah could feel sprinkles of rain fall on her, mixed with her own that were falling down her face from her eyes.

Sarah looked around and saw families of people who didn't even know Betty, nor did they like her.

Why the hell are y'all even here? What, trying to pretend y'all weren't part of the reason she's dead?

Maybe that was it. Maybe they felt bad about the fact that they were part of the reason Betty did what she did. Maybe they wanted to come and say sorry. But Sarah still didn't exactly get why they were here, it's not like their sorry's would bring her back.

Sarah sighed and looked back at her sister, laying there motionless, and breathless. She could see it on Betty's face, that small smirk on her lips that was never again gonna grow into a smile, Betty was finally at peace.

The last moments of her life, she lived it knowing she was finally gonna be free from all of the hatred.

The hatred that I started.

Sarah started feeling more tears coming as the man closed Betty's coffin and started rolling her into the ground. She just wanted to be the best twin, she never wanted this to happen. Truth is, she loved her sister dearly, and she couldn't bare the thought of never seeing her again.

And she wasn't ever going to see her again. That beautiful smile of hers, that cute giggle, that tight ponytail with a curl at the end that she used to always make fun of, the big bear hug she would give Sarah on her really happy days.

None of that would happen ever again, because of her―and it hurt like hell.

Sarah broke down, now realizing she lost everything. Betty was maybe the only person who actually cared about her in this God forbidden town.

The only person who was genuinely nice to her.

Sarah soon fell to the floor, barely able to see anything from the blurry vision her tears caused her.

She started screaming desperately for her sister, hoping somehow she could crawl out of the coffin and say she wasn't dead. "No! Don't go, Betty! I need you! I nee―" Her uncontrollable tears interrupted her outburst. "―eed you." She forced out with a cry.

"Please, take me instead!" Sarah called out one last time, hoping that would somehow be enough to get her sister back.

The men started covering the open ground with dirt. Sarah sat there, demolished by the fact that her sister was six feet under and she was never gonna see her again, and it was her fault.

An hour later, everyone had already left the funeral. But Sarah stayed behind, sitting in front of the grave that was labeled 'Elizabeth Cooper' on the front of it.

Sarah sat there for a moment, but then a smirk began to slowly appear on her face.

"Did you like the scene I made, dearest sister?"

"Even when you're dead and there's a whole event for you, I still somehow am able to pull everyone's attention from you to me." She laughed dryly.

"Let's face it, no one even misses you. It's not like you had any friends anyway, so there was no one to miss you." Sarah put on that same evil smirk. "And I suppose you're wondering how those pills got in your bathroom in the first place, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I wanted to get you back for basically humiliating me in front of everyone at the get together. I knew you would do something like this if I just said the right thing to you. We both know you're too weak to fight back, we both know this would have been your only way out, we both know you weren't strong enough to take a few words without being hurt."