There's three different types of twins.

You can either have a set of twins who get along really well, those twins who can never seem to stop fighting, or you have those twins whom fight, but in the end always love eachother.

I wish I could say Isabel and I are angels; always nice to eachother and there for each other. However, we're the complete opposite. We can't even stand in a room for five minutes before breaking out into a fight. The last civilised moment was when we were 10 years old where we could actually talk to eachother peacefully, yet it all went downhill from there. She was a whole new person. Rude, bitter and cocky. She pushed me away with every chance she got. Then the rivalry started where she tried beating me in everything. If there was ever a glimmer of hope where I could get what I want, Isabel was there to steal my spotlight. She never let me win anything. It became a competition. Everything became a competition. My mom even looked down to me, telling me to step up my game. I hated that. Mom congratulating my twin for everything and me just sitting there trying to smile.

It all started in year 4, when we did naplan. We got our test scores back and she beat me in everything. Bragging was somehow a need as she slammed the papers across my face and told mom all about it. My dad always told me I'll beat her next round.

In year 5 it was the science talent search. I spent weeks creating my model that I was really proud of. Yet Isabel seemed to always be one step ahead of me, where she trashed my model a night before the day. The next morning I blamed it on her, i knew if was her from the way she smiled at me. Yet my mom told me I must of sleep walked and Isabel would never do that. My dislike for my twin grew even more and Isabel was proud.

In year 6, she stole my chance at getting house captain. She didn't even want to do it until she saw me put my name down.

In year 7 she stole my best friend. I don't know how she did that but she did. My best friend hated me since then, for a reason I had no idea for. She became my twins best friend. I cried, and I was devastated. My twin walked past my room when I was crying myself to sleep and she laughed at me. I was crying about loosing my friend, but I was mainly crying because of how cold hearted my twin became. She stole my friend on purpose and laughed when she saw her own sister crying, literally broken. What kind of human does that?

It doesn't stop there, she stole my boyfriend in year 8. After I lost my friend I started getting close with a guy I knew. He was there for me and cared about me, probably more than my twin ever did. When Isabel saw me the slightest bit happy she took him away from me.

It became so constant in my every day life activities. Always beating me to the bathroom and letting me in when there was one minute until we left the house. Always setting the best personal bests in swimming just to aggravate me. Always beating me to my locker as she's just above me and by the time she's done, the locker bells gone. As well as always beating me at answering questions from teachers. She does it to spite me, I swear.

I had enough. My way of getting through that was to stay in the shadows and ignore everything. Ignore my twin getting praised for everything she does and every one else judging me for always being the worst. I thought my time will come, karma will come right back and I'd get my chance, but that never happened. For some reason, the world just hates me. So karma can stay on vacation because it's my turn now. I'm taking matters into my own hands, I want to beat her in everything, just like she did. I want to crush her, just like she did to me. And I want to break her, just like she did to me.

I don't care if I sound crazy because my twin made sure of that when she broke me. She should know what's coming. After all she asked for it.

Even by the end of it, if she feels the slightest bit sorry or if she can't handle things any more. Like she's holding onto one small strand of hope, and if that strand breaks she'll be driven right to the edge. If she begs for me to stop. She begs for my forgiveness, or even cries herself to sleep because of how devastated or broken she is.

She can go straight to hell.