Story: I wish my sister would never exist

Lisa held her head in her hands. I can't take this anymore, she thought. I just love her, but she makes my life a nightmare. I just wish she'd never exist!

And Lisa honestly didn't hate Cassandra, her fraternal twin sister. She loved her too much, that was her problem. Seeing Cassandra do what she was, well, doing, made Lisa miserable and sometimes she just wished that Cassandra could somehow disappear - not because she wanted her dead, but so that she never had to care for her, and that it never had to hurt to see her sister like that.

Every evening, Cassandra would sneak out of her wood framed windows and meet up with her friends. And they did things, things that didn't exactly have a parental approval. They would smoke anything that can be rolled, drink bottles of pure vodka and rum, pour salt on snails, and finally fall asleep in the woods - often with each other! 

Poor Lisa wasn't sure what upset her the most - the fact that Cassandra turned into a slutty drug addict, or that she wasn't invited along. Like, why doesn't her sister, the second her, talk to her? Isn't she trust worthy? Do Cassandra's mates take her for a prissy loser?

The worst part was, that although Lisa and Cassandra were twins - shared a DNA, laughs, a car, friends (or at least Lisa thought), clothes and a room until they were 14 - they weren't close at all. Not even a little bit. They never talk about boys, their secrets, emotions, or, God forbid, sex. That was beyond awkward. So how on earth could she possibly confront Cassandra about how she saw her sneaking out in the middle of the night, and how she knows what she's been up to because she followed her all the way to those fucking woods - eight times? Cassandra would never understand that she was trying to look for answers; let alone forgive her!

The thing was, Lisa really wanted her and her sister to bond, but how? Like Hey, let's talk about how many people you've slept with - she'd rather lick the insides of a worm her biology teacher dissected the week before. Kill me.

'Damn it Cassandra!' Lisa cried, double checking through her door to be positive that she was home alone. 'Why are you doing this to me? Why am I so attached to you?' Somehow, screaming out loud helped just a little bit.

And it was impossible for Lisa to just leave her sister to do as she pleased - she cared about her too much. It was also impossible to talk to Cassandra about this situation. Or their parents - that would mean ratting out, and she would never face her twin after how she stalked and obsessed with her night life.

So, what should Lisa do?

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