Bees and Eve, Eve and bees

Eve hated bees ever since one of them stung her when she was seven. The bee died soon after the incident which made Eve smile since the bee got what it deserved, but then break down crying because death seemed too severe for a punishment that could’ve been an accident or self-defence. The event didn’t give birth to fear, but rather to strong dislike for the bees. Eve didn’t just have unpleasant feelings towards the insects but also towards the humans which reminded her of bees (only human ones were more dangerous). People’s stings would pierce right through your heart and the offenders wouldn’t even give a damn, and nothing serious would happen to them as karma or so Eve thought.

It was a nice Saturday morning when Eve received a message from her ‘beloved’ sister:

“Don’t think you should lose some kgs? xoxo Stella”

Eve had many doubts before posting the picture in the pink fitting dress because her stomach was showing a bit. She’s only posted it because

a)      She was drunk

b)     her friend dared her to do it

and c) she secretly wanted to post it all along and only used a and b as excuses.

Now after seeing her sister’s comment she cursed herself for being so stupid. Posting such photo, knowing her sister is going to see it is more stupid than one could think. Her sister who goes to gym everyday and has a perfect body with press cubes in the stomach area instead of soft jelly which Eve had. Weighing 60 kilograms and having ‘big thighs’ has never been a problem to Eve but not to Stella. For Stella the topic was one of her favourites to joke about.

Now, Eve had a chance to choose between three things:

·deleting her own post

·deleting her sister’s comment

·not doing anything at all

The third option seemed more appealing than the other two, but she knew she had to act, to do something, rather than ignoring the problem as she always does. This wasn’t the first time Eve’s eldest sister verbally abused her and she doubted it would be the last.

Deleting the post would be easy enough to do but it equals to hiding her head in the sand like ostrich does in myths. Deleting her sister’s comment wasn’t a sweet option either, considering the moment Stella finds out her comment was deleted, she would make her sister drown in the avalanche of texts starting with “why have you deleted my comment?” and ending with guides of ‘how to lose 10 kgs in a month’ taken from Pinterest.

Not being able to make a decision with an empty stomach, she decided to make herself some breakfast. She was just about to fill her bowl with chocolate cereals when she laid her eyes on the number of calories on the box; her irises exploded. Sighing she threw the box into the rubbish bin, sorrowfully saying goodbye, not just to a pleasant breakfast, but also to her five dollars. Opening the fridge, she cursed herself again. The refrigerator was so empty, a mouse could hang itself there. Eve staggered in the bathroom annoyed and wandering how unhygienic would be taking the cereal box out of the bin which has tomato soup leftovers flowing down the walls of a black plastic bag.

After quickly showering and brushing her teeth, Eve returned to her bedroom without any strength to even fake a smile. She was starving, her mind was blurred, and she felt like she would never be able to move again. The events from the Saturday party (which she visited in that pink dress) mixed up with Stella’s comment and her own feeling about the situation. She hated her sister with every inch of her body in that moment; she felt like she could hate her no more than how much she already did. Stella spent the last drop of whatever emotions (rather patience) her younger sister left for her and she probably shouldn’t have done it. Because Eve lost it. Absolutely lost it and there was no coming back after this.

Eve didn’t start foam with rage, didn’t start tearing apart her photos with Stella; firstly, because she wasn’t the kind of person to do it and secondly, she the only photo she had with her sister were the family photos where they were made to stand together. If she would try cutting those photos, she would have to risk her parents getting hurt and that was the least wanted thing for her for the photos was pretty much all she had left of them.

Instead of giving in to the emotions, Eve slowly made a list of the things she should’ve done but was never brave enough to do until now:

·delete Stella’s comment

·block Stella on all social media

·go to the shop and buy anything she wants without having to worry about receiving smirks from the person she once admired the most

Eve went on to the pink dress post, and swiped Stella’s comment. There she pressed the ‘delete’ button.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” pressed Eve even though her shaking hands would tell otherwise. Then she went on to her sister’s account and started blocking all of her sister’s accounts. One by one. Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest, Snapchat, WhatsApp (even put her sister’s emails into the spam section)…One by one, and all the accounts were blocked, but there was a lingering feeling roaming in her heart. Eve didn’t have to worry about her sister finding her since she doesn’t know where Eve lives, and her friends would never tell Stella for Eve’s own sake. Her hands were now steady, but heavy, just like her heart. She wanted more than anything to unblock her sister’s accounts and run into her arms. In her dreams, Stella would forgive Eve and apologise for all the pain she made her younger sister feel. But that would never happen. No matter how much Eve would dream and desire about it, her sister won’t change. Eve waited more than eighteen years and she’s tired of having to wait even more.  

When Eve was seven, she was stung by a bee an after stinging the girl, the bee died. That doesn’t happen to people since Stella didn’t die after she first insulted Eve but that’s because people aren’t bees. Removing the sting was painful, even more than being stung which younger Eve would never believe if she wasn’t stung herself. She ran to her mother, and the latter put some soda on the injury. The pain slowly left her and after a couple of days, she completely forgot about being stung. Being older and having to remove her sister’s sting hurt much more than any bee sting could ever but days passed, and the wound healed. It still hurt when you pressed on it but living had never been so easy for Eve. Eve still didn’t believe that humans get any karma after making others suffer but how would she know? She hadn’t heard of her sister since the moment she cut all of her contact with ‘the bee’ and maybe she was wrong. People who sting also die after you remove the sting. After all there’re many forms of death and forgetting is one of them.