Freja Ehrenstrom//d7//done
Dec 8, 2014 11:38:25 GMT -5
Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Dec 8, 2014 11:38:25 GMT -5
F R E J A E H R E N S T R O M
Female. 13. District 7
Female. 13. District 7
Dear diary,
We need to stick together because we can’t trust anyone else. Well sometimes we can’t even trust ourselves because when you lie too often you start convincing yourself that the lies you tell are the truth. That’s the thing about lies they can be your best friend, but like every best friend they will stab you in the back. And now we are talking about trust again, I really sincerely hate trust. Have I ever mentioned that before? Sometimes I even hate trusting you because what if someone found you? Well it wouldn’t be your fault. Still, trusting you isn’t much easier than trusting anyone. I guess I have a little trust in my twin, after all she is my partner in crime. And two heads are usually better than one, even if this one head has a photographic memory. I just seem to realize that I have no clue where this is going. Nothing happened today. I came home from school and sat myself down in my bedroom that I share with my sis. Wow I have a boring life, and I really need to get some life into it and as soon as possible.
With love or maybe without,
Freja Ehrenstrom
I let the pencil fall to the floor, which wasn’t that far since I was sitting on the floor, and closed the small notebook. I ran my small hands through my curly brown hair over the top so that I destroyed the line where my hair falls. I looked around the room with the last words that I wrote lingering in my head. I really did have a boring life, and average life. No freak shows, normal siblings, the most exciting thing that happened is when Leif feel out of that tree and broke his arm. It must have hurt him, but I got some laughs out of it. Maybe I should fall out of a tree, mom and dad would probably think I am just trying to get attention, and that is absolutely not true! I need an adventure and falling out of a tree might be the most adventures thing that I ever did. Then again it would hurt. So scratch that, I’m staying on the ground far away from trees.
The whole house seemed to be empty, everybody was out doing something except me. Most of them were working though. Earning money so our boring family could continue our boring lives. I was sitting will fall into the dirt, or maybe the dead people buried underneath. When people hear my theory of dead people underneath the creaky floor of the house they tell me my mind has wondered of into insanity. I’m not insane though, no you see I just like considering every possibility possible, except the impossible. Even though everybody says nothing is impossible and that boring sentence over and over again, there is always an impossible. Fairy tales will never come true, because there is no magic. Still everybody hopes. The same hope that really drives one crazy. See, I told you that I haven’t lost my mind yet, I just accepted the ripred damned truth.
“Freja Ehrenstrom, your heart is driven by hate”
So many people have told me that before. They told me that all I see is hate and the worst things possible. Some even told me that I’m monster. But tell me, how can a 13 year old girl like me be a monster? Sure I am not the most loving person on earth, sure maybe I loath my sister for the very fact that she is alive. With her around, I have the feeling that she is a part of me, that without her I am nothing. I feel that I am only a half. Being one half sucks, if you’re not with the other person, you feel like you are a speck of dust floating helplessly into the universe without a purpose. Mother says that just proves how much love I have for her. But can love and hate really be so close to each other?
Besides, how can you love someone, who never pays attention? Aniike always has her face buried deep down in a book where no one can find her. She lives in a fairy tale too far for us to find. She is smart, just her knowledge will never help us. You can’t read in a book, that before you cross the street you should look both ways (and put down the book). She has failed on a numerous count to do neither of the both. She will just keep on walking, possibly into a poll as well. She can’t seem to make up her own mind, it is always whatever Freja does, and so will I. On some days, I want to do nothing more, that swing my jungle of curly brown hair in her face and walk away. She can think for herself, start being her own person, not my other half.
Some people can’t even tell us apart. It comes in handy at sometimes, at others you want to scream, yell and ask what you did to deserve this. Even my own family calls me sometimes Aniike. I want to tell, why don’t you just look at my height? I’m an inch taller. The birthmark on my right hand can also be a sign that tells you, you got the wrong twin. There are slight differences, only ones we notice, because no one cares to look closer. No one even tries.
When we were little at school, the teacher made us wear nametags throughout the whole school year, so they knew who was who. We complained once, and that was what we got. Eternal nametags. It’s humiliating, to have to run around with your name on your chest, like a dog. We might as well have our own little dog house in the backyard. Why not through us some treats as well?
Even though, I feel like I am only one half, she is also only another half. Two halves need each other to make one. We seem to become more like each other every second we spend together. Maybe we will morph into a whole one day. Physically, that would never be possible, but mentally. The door to the bedroom opened and my soft brown eyes looked into her eyes. The same color, only the light made her eyes sparkle. My other half was home and I was no longer alone.
“So, who is going to be the victim today?”
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