the utter hatred i felt in that moment how angry i was that she could bear to hurt someone else and not feel at all bad she thought that if you hurt someone they would still cone running back and i did i shouldnt have but i did because i had a sense of honour of duty to my family how stupid i was to think that i cared about someone who would happily see me die just to claim my belongings i thought she cared about me as i care about her but no she only pretends she does and as soon as mum has gone out she goes back to her true self just waiting to hurt me using any insult she knows will **** me a little bit inside my only sister supposedly a person to rely on a person to help me when i need it but no she just kept kicking me down until i could not get back up because i felt like everyone would do the same but no one saw her for who she was they only saw her outside the mask she put on to cover up what she was really like and to think i would have died to save her i still would because she is the favourite despite what anyone says she always will be the favourite because in their eyes she cant make a mistake in their eyes she is a goddess to be worshipped and if she says i deserve to die they will sen the assassin themselves not waiting to hear what i have to say i just want the quiet like the wind in the trees and the rain on a window pane all by myself but with friends nearby so my head cam explode in silence and i can feel peace without having to worship the goddess and feel sorry for her nonexistent injury and pretend she is kind or that she cares if i live or die and she is meant to love me and i her but just *** shes my sister it doesnt mean that we love each other i do deep down but it is hidden by the anger at the way she treats me and thinks pretending to be upset will gain her sympathy but i see through it even if mum doesnt and leaves me to grieve alone crying myself to sleep nobody knows i stay quiet so she doesnt hear me so i  don't wake her even though i shouldnt care but i still try to be kind and i say sorry when i get it wrong but no the goddess is too good for acknowledging injury to others either physical or mental she just doesnt care how anyone else feels how can she be so selfish or not be aware of the daggers she drives into me when she talks i can feel them stabbing into my heart leaving open wounds that will not heal just stay there until my whole heart is red raw and bleeding i must find a passion but what is there but a void of silence drown out the silence watch the snakes drown and cry as she disappears the snakes are all that is left medusa the gorgon once beautiful and clever but no longer the silence of the snakes has taken the beauty there is only cruel perfection perfection of the cruelest kind the silence hurts but the words hurt more the words hurt more