Kylie looked at herself in the mirror, unable to hide her disgust. It was impossible for her to ignore the red, splotchy birthmark that covered half her face. The birthmark had plagued her all 32 years of her life. Her twin Kayla, on the other hand, was the lucky one; her face was beautiful and birthmark-free. Both twins had long, shiny brown hair and crystal blue eyes; not to mention they were tall and lean. When people crossed paths with them they often couldn’t help but stare, but for two very different reasons. When people looked at Kayla it usually with jealousy or desire, but when people looked at Kylie it was with pity or disgust. Kylie would never forget the time she overheard a little boy ask, “Mommy, what’s wrong with that girl’s face?”. That day she went home and cried herself to sleep.
Over the years Kylie’s love for her twin had grown into jealousy and eventually pure unadulterated hatred. Kayla had no idea what it was like to be looked at like she was a freak. Whenever Kylie would complain her twin would often just roll her eyes and something like “Don’t talk like that; you’re gorgeous!”. Comments like this would fill Kylie with rage, but she forced herself to hold it all inside; until now.
Kayla never knew what it was like to have no friends, to lay at night wishing for her current crush to like her, to ache to be asked to a school dance, etc. Nothing ever came easy to Kylie like it did her twin and that’s why one day a few weeks ago she decided it was time to make Kayla pay; time that she finally understood what she had been going through all these years.
Kylie moved away from the mirror and started to dress herself in all black. Since making her decision a few weeks back, she’d formulated a plan and tonight was the night that plan was going to come to fruition. As Kylie slipped on her black gloves she once again stepped in front of the mirror; an eerie smile on her face. I wouldn’t be long before her sister would finally learn what she had been put through all these years; what it was like to be looked at like a freak.
Fully clothed and ready to go, she made her way to the garage. Grabbing her keys she popped open the trunk to her black Buick. Kylie walked over and peered inside to make sure she had everything she needed. Sitting in the bottom of the trunk was a full gas can, matches, and a fire extinguisher; she wasn’t looking to kill Kayla, just mar her forever. Satisfied, she laughed excitedly to herself and slammed the trunk shut. She couldn’t wait to begin her new life as the “prettier” sister.
I gave Wendryn this prompt: Her smile could light up the world on even it’s darkest day.