Deticated to Caabookey because she is an amazing author and i looove her stories :) enjoy.
When I looked in the mirror all I saw was her; brown wavy hair that fell comfortably down her tall slender body, her soft freckled face and even her ice-blue eyes. I felt something move deep in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t do this anymore. It was all too hard; I simply couldn’t live without her. I had never spent more than a day of my 16 years of life away from her, how am I supposed to do it now? Suddenly anger washed through me. I felt it urge through my veins reaching every nook and cranny in my body. It pulsed through my right arm, causing me to smash the over-size mirror that sat right in my face. I merely stood there as all the sharp shards of glass washed over me. I couldn’t care less if it ripped me to shreds; I had nothing now my twin was gone.
‘Molly! What was that?’ Mum whined from downstairs, her voice still a little shaky after hearing the news.
‘Piss off!!’ I screamed as loud as I possibly could. I rushed over to my new chest of draws and ripped it away from the wall using every ounce of strength I had left in me and slammed it to the floor making a satisfying ‘thud’.
‘Molly, don’t you make me come up there!’ I knew she wouldn’t. I breathed a humourless laugh. She wouldn’t want me to see her in the state she’s in. Her eyes would be bloodshot by now with all her make-up running down her face like an emo panda. What in the hell makes her think I would listen to her in the first place. After all this is all her fault. If she hadn’t let Loz go out with that jerk of a guy we wouldn’t be in this stupid mess.
‘Fine I won’t!’ I snapped even louder than I thought possible. I yanked my Sportsgirl bag furiously off the end of my bed, still with a few changes of clothes left from camping on the beach with Loz last week, and charged downstairs. When I reached the bottom I saw exactly as I had predicted; my weeping mother, curled up in a ball on the couch looking like an ugly panda.
‘Where the hell do you think you’re going? You can’t leave me!’ She raised her voice, trying to sound intimidating but came out as scary as a chocolate coated peanut.
‘And why should I stay? This is all your fault, ya know!’ I snapped, wondering if I would ever regret his. As I stormed towards the front door Mum began to rise from the couch and stumbled over her feet to chase after me in her Betty Boop flannies. I tugged the door open, still infuriated, stepped outside and turned to face my miserable mother.
‘Molly…’ She sobbed weakly.
‘What is it Mum? The fact that you lost your husband to some bitch who he doesn’t even love? Or perhaps it’s that you allowed Lauren to have a good-for-nothing boyfriend that ‘accidently’ got her killed?’
‘Molly, I never mea-’
‘It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done! Over!’ I shrieked. ‘Goodbye Shelly.’ I said calmly and slammed the door right in her face. I snatched my skateboard and ragged black Converses from beside the door, deliberately knocking over the shoe-rack in the process.