I'M TIRED TOO

KATE

Trisha had always been smart.

She might seem like a dim wit when in love but she's just as smart too so I wouldn't be shocked if she had actually figured out that I wasn't Nate . But how ?

"Hey, do you want to know something?" 5 years old Trisha asked Kate.

They were sitting on a playground swing.

" What Is it?"

" Despite the fact that you and Nate are twins, I can differentiate between both of you "

Kate had laughed " of course. I am a girl and he's a boy "

Trisha's lips twitched" Not that ,you idiot. "Trisha stood up from the swing and walked towards Kate and removed her clothe slightly to expose her shoulders" this mark here, it's only you that has it "

Kate stared at Trisha In awe " unbelievable. How did you see it?"

Trisha smiled as she sat down back on the swing" I can be really observant. if I want to, that is "

Back to the present, Trisha shouted " WHO ARE YOU, YOU JERK!!!"

Right, this is my best friend, I can just trust her and tell her everything. I thought.

" I can ex-"

Trisha shoved her phone Infront of my face " Then explain" her eyes were brimming with tears " why is the ring I gave you, that you promised to never take off on Kate's finger in this picture!!"

I stared at the picture. How was I supposed to explain this ?

Mother and father rushed outside.

When father saw me he slapped me hard on the face. Trisha gasped in shock .

"Get in now, hurry!!" Ken shouted and I entered inside the house. Ken then turned to Trisha " if you have nothing else to do than shouting this late at night, then go home!!"

With that said ,he and mother walked into the the house slamming the door behind them and turning to face me " where did you go to after work? How dare you leave your office first ? What are you thinking!!!!?" Ken barked.

" Honey, calm down " Gina said to Ken and turned to face me " have you eaten? Come and eat with us "

I bowed my head " I'm sorry but I'm full. " I then left for my room.

When I got to my room, I took in deep breaths so that I wouldn't cry. I went towards the mirror and checked my face.

I couldn't even recognize the person looking back at me. I looked nothing like the Kate who had always dreamed to be a fashion designer, get married and have kids.

I scoffed as I realized that now , that was never going to happen.

I went to my wardrobe and opened it to bring out some comfortable clothes but all that was there were suites.

Countless of black suites. I balled my fist.I was angry. At father . At mother. At Nate .At everyone .

I changed into a ' nearly comfortable' clothe ( well, as long as it isn't a suite, right ??) and left the house.

Trisha was still standing outside and she rushed towards me shaking" hey, are your okay ? Did you get hurt because of me? How is your face?"

At this moment, i guess I was angry at Trisha too. I glared at her " hey "

"What is it ?your gaze is scaring me "

"Please, get lost " After saying that , I walked away.

Everyone seems to dump their problems on me and now I was tired.

I needed to be alone so I went to Nate's grave.

I couldn't contain my anger as I saw his smiling face on the picture so I screamed.

" Why me ?!!!" I sobbed" why does it have to be me going through this?!! Why did you die?!!"

I fell slowly to the ground and I sobbed " I get that it isn't your fault but I'm so angry. I'm tired too "

I sniffed as I picked up the picture and headed back home.

Father was waiting for me . AGAIN.

" So , why did you leave your office?"

I sighed. He really wasn't letting this go " I went for a walk "

" You left your office to go ...on a walk ??" Ken asked boiling in rage " hey, if anyone starts to suspect-"

" Then it's not my fault" I said cutting him short and putting the picture in my hand on the table " you told the world that it was Kate that died yet put Nate's picture on the grave."

Gina took the picture and hugged it " I must have made a mistake"

" And also, how would anyone suspect me just because I left work exactly when it ended? Get your facts straight, father "I said angrily and went up to my room.

It was the first time I talked back to father.

I was scared but he was suffocating me and I needed to breathe.

As I got into my bed and sighed, my phone beeped.

It was a text from Nathan.

I opened it and saw a picture I, his mother and he had taken at the dinning table and a message from him; Thank you for coming over, sir

I smiled despite myself as I looked at the picture.

This was the first time since Nate passed that I'd smiled and I'd looked truly happy.

I replied his message; You better come to work tomorrow or you are dead.

He replied immediately; Yes sir

I laughed and turned off my phone as I drifted off to sleep

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