Another story I wrote. It's not really well edited, the themes in the story are good though, I'm just not sure if I explained it right.
Have fun reading :) (or not...)
I stood there, motionless, in front of my nastiest foe. This girl had ruined my life. I had first noticed her immerging from the shadows when I was thirteen. From then on she had been following me, making it her one true goal to transform me into her. She was successful. By fifteen she had me captivated by her charm, and I was her exact copy.
I eyed her furiously; every ounce of hatred was concentrated into my eyes. The anger and hatred I felt towards her was blazing like a fire that never dies. A fire that cannot be extinguished as easily as one might like. I wanted her gone. I wanted her out of my life; forever.
I looked at her up and down and shook my head in disgust. Her hair looked as if it had been sprayed with four cups of hairspray–totally fake. Her dark brown roots were visible above the artificial platinum blonde locks of hair. She had large purple shadows beneath her huge hazel eyes, along with thick layers of makeup on her eyelids. Her over-plucked eyebrows were furrowed; a confused expression hung onto her sickening face. This despicable girl sickened me. I wished her to the fiery gates of Hades, but my wish had not been granted.
I glared at her fiercely, and to my surprise, she mimicked my action. I became overwhelmed with anger. For all these years, she’d been luring me into her sick trap, trying to get me to become her, and now that I had more power over her, she was copying my every action. “Go Away!” I shrieked, clenching my fists into tight balls. “I hate you!”
She bit her gloss-covered lip extremely hard that even I could imagine feeling the physical pain. Her eyebrows were grooved upward now, no long looking angry. She had a pained expression on her face. Good. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply and smiled smugly. I wanted her to feel every bit of regret as possible. I slowly opened my eyes, and to my dismay, she did not leave. She stood there in front of me, gazing upon me with sudden curiousness. Frustration washed through my body and seemed to stick to me like a magnet. I suddenly felt angrier than before. “Get Away!” I hissed. She did not budge. The only movement I saw from her was her chest going up and down, breathing heavily. Then, a tear appeared through the corner of her right eye, and it dripped slowly down her pink blushed cheeks, smudging her foundation and whatever other face makeup she wore to make herself further plastic. I felt triumphant for a moment, but all that victory evaded me. She still hadn’t budged. “Go. Away” I snapped again, my voice broke. I did not feel the tears though; I was too angry and frustrated to cry. Instead, my words were merely tearless sobs. I didn’t want her to feel the satisfaction of making me sob, but I wasn’t the one with tears dripping treacherously down my face. Or maybe I was crying, but I was too distracted by her presence to notice. “Why are you even here? NO ONE wants you here! If you don’t get out I swear I’ll get rid of you… my way!” I threatened. The girl did not move a muscle. Not that she had any. She was too skinny, a skeleton. Her brows furrowed, and I watched her intently as three moist tears flowed down her soft pink cheek. I did not understand; no matter how many times I slammed threatening and hurtful words into her face, she would not move. Sometimes I wondered if the words and threats I spat, hurt me more than they hurt her… She remained unmoving as more liquid drops flowed out of her sparkling hazel eyes. For a minute, I felt compassion for this girl, but all that sense of empathy quickly vanished as quickly as a heartbeat. She had ruined my life too immensely to be forgiven.
She gazed into my eyes, hers were wide with confusion. I watched as the pure clear tears became contaminated with smearing mascara. Black tears were streaming down her completely flushed face. Revolted, I turned my gaze away from her and focused on the ground I was standing on.
“You’re nothing but a fake… you know that?” I whispered, for that was as loud as my voice was letting me go. Something was blocking my voice from becoming louder. I coughed to try and get whatever it was out, but I was unsuccessful. I couldn’t breathe. And that’s when I realized that I was also crying. Horrified, I tried my best to swallow my tears back, to keep a straight face, but it was impossible. The tears began to pour out, and I heard myself gulp for air. I brusquely swallowed my last sob; I couldn’t let this monster win. I couldn’t let her have the satisfaction of making me cry. I was stronger than that.
“G-g-go A-away!” I wailed. I turned to glance at her again, and she too was crying more prominently. She stayed quiet the whole time. Her face was now almost fully covered in watered-down black tears. Nevertheless, mo matter how much I had upset her, she wouldn’t budge. She merely stood there in front of me, crying. She had a pleading expression on her face, as if begging me not to banish her.
That’s when the surge of anger zoomed through me like an electric flow. For all these years, she had been so manipulative, so evil. And now she was pleading me to spare her. I wanted to kill her right there, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it; not yet.
I tried to focus on her ugly unclean face. Her hazel eyes were completely bordered with smudged black makeup. Her cheeks were a bright shade of red. Her face was exactly that of a person who had been crying for a long period of time. Her shirt was unsightly and unoriginal. Everyone had one like it, all the girls like her. She wore a short skirt, much too short. I wanted to rip it off and wave it in front of her, but I didn’t.
“…Whore.” I muttered heatedly, jerking my gaze away from her in disgust. This human monster revolted me to the point that I thought I was going to throw up.
As my tears subsided and my anger grew more prominent, she copied me again. She pulled herself together. The tears were still all over her soft red cheeks, but she did not allow any more of the traitor liquid to seep out of her eyes. I glared at the girl with more hatred and fury than before. She was better prepared for my furious stare than I had expected and hoped. She too, glared at me with the same hatred. But then, to my victory, her angry expression faded and was replaced by that pained look that I knew all too well. I laughed to myself smugly. My eyes gleamed in triumph, widening. The girl still looked pained however, not angry. She bit her soft lip, all the gloss had disappeared along with the rest of her makeup. Her mouth opened and twitched. I knew she was about to start sulking. I could feel it. I don’t know how this sudden feeling came about, but I could feel her pain. For a moment I could feel everything she was feeling. All the frustration, all the anguish, all the hatred. Her teeth sunk deeper into the soft pink lips and her eyebrows furrowed until I thought it would cause a permanent wrinkle. A huge tear emerged out of her right eye and dripped slowly down her face.
She opened her mouth, I knew she was about to weep, and I couldn’t let that happen. The sounds of her sobs would irritate me further, and I would do something completely irrelevant. But then I had a sudden change of heart. Before the sound had a chance to escape her quivering lips, I looked at her with a sudden eagerness in my eyes. I could feel the anticipation building up inside of me, just waiting to escape–no–to explode.
“I’ll kill you” I whispered calmly, and lurched myself at the girl. I slammed violently into the mirror, and it shattered into a million tiny pieces.
