ES I stole your and Red's character since you stold Tori's and mine. ;]
Before reading this I have to apologize for a few things.
Tori, sorry for making Scarlett's love for Jethro a little intense/insane here. Alyssa, sorry for making Scarlett hate Clara/be a jerk to her.
Forgive me?
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My first word was ‘Je-Je.’ Unlike most children I said my older brother’s name first or at least attempted it, Jethro. From the start I was attached to him. I would follow him over to his friend Clara’s house, end up lost on the way, and start crying until he’d find me or my parents would.
Once I memorized my own way to her place I took part in their games. Clara was a brilliant person and could play the violin wonderful from the moment I first saw her. She was so nice, but I couldn’t help but hate her.
The reason was simple for my hatred—she took my dear brother away from me. They were inseparable, the best of the best of friends. Many nights I hoped and prayed to be in her place. If only for a day my dear brother would think of me that way. Would want to play with me more than her. Would call me the best friend he ever had.
I was twelve when I first realized it—not that I hated Clara. The fact that I loved him. Not as a sibling—yet something more. I wanted him to want me; I needed him to need me. He was blind to my affection though.
I was right in front of him and he didn’t notice me the way I wanted to be. I was just his little sister to him. Day by day things went by as they usually did and slowly I could feel myself losing him. It was only a matter of time before he realized his love for Clara.
After a year I finally got the courage to tell him, everything. I waited for the right moment, but it never seemed to come. Clara was always with us when I had a chance to be alone with him. On a rainy day I had my chance though.
Clara had violin lessons that day and Jethro’s Art Club meeting had been canceled. If I was going to tell him then was the time to do so. It was just us like I always dreamed; waiting for the rain to calm down a bit so our books wouldn’t get so wet.
“Jet?”
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” he said looking at me strangely.
“Sorry,” I stammered. “It’s just I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
“Got a crush on someone?” he said perking up an eyebrow. For some odd reason he could always see right through me.
“How could you tell?”
“You take extra time to get ready in the morning,” he said. “You tend to act—I don’t know—differently maybe? Like someone is on your mind constantly.”
“Am I really that obvious?”
“Yeah, so who’s the guy? Maybe I can talk to him for you or something.”
“I’ll give you a hint,” I said. I stood closer to him like I was going to whisper a name to him, but instead I pecked him on the cheek.
“Scarlett?” he said taking a step backwards confused.
“I’m in love with you,” I said hoping he’d love me back, but he looked at me like I was some alien. I embraced him, holding me tightly—but he pushed me away.
“Scarlett, get a hold of yourself!”
“Love me,” was all I could say to him and I tried to hug him again. Inside I was begging for him to accept me this way. “Be mine and only mine. Not Clara’s.”
He then slapped me and I backed away, tears forming in my eyes as well as his. Never had he hit me before, we were always getting along rarely fighting at all.
“I don’t share your feelings,” he said turning around and walking away in the rain. I just stood there dumbstruck for maybe an hour. Clara ended up finding me there, the last person I wanted to see.
“Scarlett?” she said in a gentle voice noticing that my eyes were red from crying. “What’s wrong?”
“Why don’t you go and die?”
She had the same confused look as Jethro did earlier and it only made things seem worse. “What?”
“It’s all your fault, I wish you were dead!”
“What in the world is going on with you?”
“I’ve always hated you!” I yelled at her crying once again. “You drove him away from me, if it wasn’t for you he’d be mine!”
Instead of storming off like I expected she hugged he tightly and patted me on the back. I ended up giving in to it and I sobbed on her shoulder for a while. Maybe I didn’t really hate her as I thought, but was jealous. I did admire her and from that admiration anger grew. She seemed to understand what was going on; like she secretly knew I had my eye on Jethro all this time.
Years passed and we all pretended like nothing happened. My parents got suspicious that Jethro and I now kept our distance from each other. It was hard to pretend all that didn’t happen though. Once I graduated from high school I decided to head on to medical school in the city so I wouldn’t have to look at him for awhile. Immediately my parents were concerned since all I wanted to do when I was younger was inherit my mother’s restaurant, but eventually they got used to the idea of me going to nursing school.
I still love my brother dearly, but it was time to move on from my naïve life. Maybe a change of scenery would do the trick?
