As the hot tears stream silently down my face I fume...its so unfair I hate her I hate her I hate her...
Her, my own flesh and blood, my sister and now my fellow crucifixa, starlets in this obscene display.
I can feel where our nailed heels touch...I strain my nails not only to try to relieve the agonizing cramps and my strained muscles but out of anger...
My older sister had always been the smart one, the beautiful one, the one all the boys wanted...
And me? Well I noticed all right but I preferred to roughhouse with my brothers, we would play war, pirates, fun fighting games...
My sisters whiney voice brings me back, "water please, we are so thirsty...have mercy on-" "-sucking up as always sister? Ha..."
Such are our sweet sisterly conversations, and us girls are near death...at least the bitch can't boss me around anymore...thank goddess. And she has the nerve to blame me for getting us crucified after what *she* did?
Like omg.