I'm tired of living in my sister's shadow.

My name is Storm and I cut myself. I self harm because of my sister Anna. Anna is the head cheerleader. She's favored by everyone, even my parents! One time I was sick so my parents took a family photo without me and hung it up over the fireplace and it's been there since then. We're actually twins, but we are nothing, and I repeat NOTHING alike. Anna's blond and smart. Everyone thinks she's kind and a complete sweetheart, but I'm the only one who sees the true monster inside her. I used to have blond hair that matched hers, but I despised looking like Anna so I dyed it jet black and kept it long. Anna has natural strawberry blond with sun kissed skin and a body that have boys fighting over. I am pale and slim. Anna has striking hazel eyes, I have bright blue eyes. I listen to Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Papa Roach, Hollywood Undead, Paramore, Blink-182, & Evanescence. She listens to Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, Selena Gomez & Cody Simpson. I'm constantly being asked by everybody, "Why can't you be more like Anna?" It's killing me inside. I resent Anna and she hates me just as much. My nails are black, hers are pink. I wear skinny jeans and band tee's, Anna wears sunflower dresses and heels. I know that I'm ugly. I'm the runt of the litter, Anna is the golden child. Anna's friends with the entire student body, i have a single friend. She's Homecoming Queen, i've never been to a dance. Girls don't even think about messing with Anna, I get shoved into lockers... everyday. Anna has had countless boyfriends, i've never had a first kiss, & at 17, that's pretty pathetic. Music is the only thing that keeps me from not committing suicide. I am currently sitting in my dull room listening to Hello Fascination by Breathe Caroline. The song ended then "It's not all about you" by Face to Face blasted on. I stand up dancing around my room singing along to the lyrics. The song reminded me of Anna. The song ended then "Monster" by Paramore came on. I fell to my bed, running out of energy. I looked at my extremely pale arm. I sighed, I'm very pale. "I'll stop the whole world, i'll stop the WHOLE world from turning into a monster, and eating us alive. Don't you ever wonder how we survive, now that your gone, the world is ours." I sing perfectly on key. I look out my window at the suburban life. I despise living in Rhode Island (no offense to anyone in Rhode Island, I don't live there so I really don't know what it's like there). I live in a small town, one of those towns where everyone knows everyone. I see a moving truck next door with men unloading boxes & furniture into the house right next door. On the perfectly green lawn stood a sign that said Teel Realty and on top stood the words SOLD. I saw two people, a man and woman on the porch directing the movers where to put certain boxes. I guess they were the adults. Then I saw a gorgeous blond, muscular boy walk out of the house smiling. It wasn't a friendly smile, it was one of those cocky, i-know-you-wanna-screw-this kind of smiles. He looked about my age and he was way out of my league, more of Anna's game, yet he made my heart skip a beat. His parents smiled widely at him then his mother asked him, "How do you like it?" He replied with a voice like silk, "It'll take some getting used to." They smile from ear to ear. Then when I thought it couldn't get any better, another boy about my age strolls out frowning unhappily. He was more adorable than hot. He had brown scruffy hair, and puppy-dog chocolate brown eyes that just made my heart thump wildly. His parents and brother gave him a glance of disgust then refocused their attention on the blond boy. The brown eyed boy sat on his porch chair putting in his ear buds. I couldn't make out what song it was, but he closed his eyes tapping his foot and nodding his head. I smile at him even though he can't see me. He was cute, very cute. He would probably fall in love with Anna the second he sees her, leaving me heartbroken. I frown at the thought. I was interrupted by a pounding on my white wooden door. I jump, then turn down the music. I stride over to my door opening it. It was my mother, dressed in white work pants and a pink blouse. Her strawberry blond hair (runs in the family) was short & perfect. She was the chief of a fashion magazine so she traveled a lot, and was loaded with cash. Her expression wore an unpleasant scowl that I'm used to seeing on her face when she talked to me. Will life ever get better?