Love and Hate

I wasn't mad at him for what he'd done to me. I was mad him for what he'd done to her.

Tears blurred my vision.  Not that it really mattered anyway.  I was driving at night along a long, straight stretch of road out in the middle of God knows where.  One of my headlights was broken; the other was dim, flickering out every so often for minutes at a time.

I wasn't mad at Brian for what he'd done to me.  Nor did I feel I would -or even could- ever be mad at him if he'd done anything worse to me.  I loved Brian, despite all he put me through.

The fact is, I was mad at him, truly mad at him for the first time in the four years I'd known him, for what he'd done to her.  Now, don't get me wrong; I am not as selfless as I may seem.  I just loved her more.

You see, Leslie is my sister, twin sister to be precise.  Born one hour and forty-two minutes before me.  She was truly more of my other half than I believe spouses ever can be; she knew me better than I knew myself.  And I loved her, couldn't live without her any more than I could live without Brian.

Dear goodness, I hated him now.  Hated him with a passion.  I couldn't live without him, but to see his face again would remind me of everything that happened this past week.  And that was something I wanted to forget.

Along with Leslie.  I knew I'd have to erase probably about ninety-nine percent of my memories to forget her, but thinking of her was like seeing Brian's face.  I was sure it'd kill me inside if I did either for long enough.

Author's Note

I wrote this for a writing assignment from a creative writing podcast. I'm not entirely sure how good it is, but I kinda like it. I have no idea where it came from. Although, I don't feel like it's finished. Anywho, critiques are welcome.

Reviews

[Tallulah]

I like it. The anger is so amazing clear. so is the hurt. I definitely wish there was more to this. I wanna know what happened. I mean i have some conclusions but i really wish i knew what was going on. I loved it either way. great job.