Like Biting Your Nails

25 Dec

Perfection was something little girls craved. Women want happiness because they realize along the way, in this fragile world, perfection breaks reality.

She was cooking dinner for herself while watching CNN (because politics were the new home-video comedy show, at least in her mind,) when the doorbell rang. She lowered the flames on the stove and untied her apron. Three more rings.

“I’m coming,” she called out, annoyed by the impatience. She had already showered for the night and was in her pajamas, the least this intruder could do was wait. She walked at a leisurely pace to the door and looked through the peephole. She rolled her eyes at the disaster she saw.

“Of course, Maribel. Just show up at my condo on a random Thursday night,” she complained after she already opened the door. Maribel was wearing a very short, strapless silvery sequin dress with black high heels and black, purposely-ripped stockings. Over her dress, she was wearing a small denim jacket that was hiding the ends of her dark brown hair.

Maribel shrugged, her grimace making her mascara tear-stained face even uglier. “What are big sisters for?”

After a shower and a change of clothes, Maribel came into the living room, finding Jessica watching The Vampire Diaries as she ate. Maribel sat down next to her.

“This is different from CNN,” she commented. Jessica snickered, picking up a plate and handing it to Maribel without even looking at her.

“If we’re gonna continue judging each other, let me tell you in advance, I’m gonna win,” Jessica replied. Maribel looked at the untouched food on her plate before setting it down on the coffee table in front of them.

“Jessica, I need your help,” she started, tears brimming at her eyes.

“What else is new?” Jessica snapped. She glanced over at Maribel and finally recognized the hopeless expression on her face—the same expression she had when her boyfriend during her sophomore year of college went into the hospital. “Oh, this is actually serious. Ok. What’s wrong?”

Maribel peeked at Jessica as her lip trembled. “I’m in a lot of trouble. Like…I…” she sighed, her tears falling. “I’ve fucked up now more than I ever did before.”

“Okay, but Maribel, I need you to tell me what happened before I can help you in any way,” Jessica responded. “You’re scaring me Mari. What did you do?”

She stared her younger sister straight in the eye and said, “I killed someone.”

Jessica stared back, nonplussed. “Again?” Maribel nodded.

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