RUBY WHITE // TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD // THE GOOD DAUGHTER // FC: SELENA GOMEZ // UNAVAILABLE
Twin sister of Texas White.
After being taken home to her parents and sustaining punishment for becoming a burden to her family, Ruby found some comfort in the idea that it had been karmic relief for what she had done.
Ruby spent months trying to track down Trevor to no avail – a little part of her blamed Freddie for not helping.
Her parents pushed her to become a teacher and she grew to like it. It suited her need to find a way back into the mind set of a Whittemore student more than anything else.
She was disappointed when Rose Hammond was made to work in her building, afraid it was going to stop her from trying to rebuild her image.
For the first time, she began to understand the way her sisters mind was twisted by their parents.
Possible triggers; fire, child abuse, religious extremism.
There was not much a person could say about Ruby White, she was pristine clean, her room was painted pink and she dressed like a fashion icon. She was beautiful, intelligent, fascinating and above all, she knew it. Her Christianity, she wore, like a badge saying: Stay away from me, I am above you and I will always know it. People did not approach her because as much as she idolised people like Stephanie Becker and Louise Sharpe, she was one step ahead of them, she was honestly the definition of pristine clean. The perfect daughter with only one catch; She came with a double. Or what the congregation of her church would know better as an evil twin. Yes, Ruby White was the perfect daughter but her twin sister Texas, was not anything close. It was hard for Ruby to be compared to a twin sister who while identical, had painted her skin with ink and decorated herself with insanity, who wore scars upon her ankles as if they were battle wounds. Especially because sweet, loving Ruby White, knew deep down, that her sisters mental fragility, or perhaps strength, was all her fault. Once they had known each other so well that they would not even have to question their next moves, but now she did not know Texas at all, she did not particularly want to, because if their minds ever did happen to meet in the same place, she knew that she too must have lost her mind for a split second. It may not have been a real divider, but one had definitely gone up the night that Ruby had carefully lit a match in their bedroom. She had dropped it by accident. An accident that had stolen away her home, the sister she knew and her parents respect for Texas. She didn’t remember her Father grabbing her hand and tearing her from the flames, she only remembered screaming for her sister, for Texas and finding herself alone. She only remember grief washing over her and feeling like a part of her had died, and the momentary relief when five minutes later, a man she would see later on the news swept down from their bedroom window with her twin sister in his arms. It was momentary, because nothing was ever really the same. She remembered the look of those scars, where skin had been burned, she remembered knowing that was something they could never share, and selfishly, she had been a little relieved it had not been her. She feared what her parents would do if they found out the truth about the fire, and eventually they did, but their sister provided them with a truth that was not the one relative to her, a truth in which Texas was the one who had started the fire and so she had been punished. That was the end.
It would be ten years before Ruby White’s perfect image would be ruined. After all the time she had spent building her up to be the perfect being, the perfect daughter, the perfect church girl, she slowly began to think that maybe she had not been the daughter everyone had thought to begin with. Maybe Texas had always been the one who was truly innocent. Nightmares and thoughts plagued her and eventually those nightmares manifested in daylight as a deep illness plagued those around her and eventually, worst of all; her mind. Ruby was consumed by every inch of the darkness that her parents had warned her against and nothing and nobody could stop it from taking it’s toll. Things weren’t so pretty on the outside. The dark she had kept inside of her body like a vessel rotting from the inside was suddenly revealed to the world and worst of all, she did not care at all. Madness had consumed her and she found herself addicted to it, for the first time she was reckless and free. Free to destroy whatever she pleased. Even then, in madness, some last sparkle of humanity clung on and her destruction did not reach far enough to truly hurt anyone but it was enough to destroy the will of a girl who had fought so hard to just be good. When reality finally hit her, it hit her hard – just not as hard as her parents. The all good, God fearing White’s had a lot to say about the actions of their children, one responsible for making them a laughing stock for the congregation and the other insane(it was no longer obvious which was which) and most of their words were served cold with a side of torturous punishment rather than in a way that would help them better themselves. Texas had been used to this treatment but Ruby had never felt so disgraced, so degraded, so horrified at the way a person could harm the person she loved and at the bottom of a bath tub of ice cold water that filled her lungs, she realised she had not found God but within these four walls she may have found the devil himself. Sometimes the prettiest things were the ugliest. That would always stick with her. As rope fastened around her wrists, she began to think, maybe in some sick way this was her punishment for allowing her innocent sister take the burden of her guilt for all these years. Maybe she should pay. Maybe it was only fair.
Ruby didn’t know Whittemore burned down, she didn’t go back. The White’s had bigger plans for their daughters as they sent heavily pregnant Texas back to school to work on the enrollment table and kept Ruby at home, they had seen one last chance to salvage the good, pure daughter they thought they had raised. Ruby allowed it to roll over her. She wasn’t angry anymore, she was resentful but it didn’t reach the surface. When the school burned down, Texas simply returned and with one look at her, for the first time Ruby saw inside her mind and she knew, she knew that this time her twin had been the one to light the match and it satisfied her more than anything. It was the only thing they would ever both understand about one another. Sometimes the best way for things to go was up in flames. Whittemore was gone but her parents were not and over the course of the next year Ruby and Texas were home schooled in a manner that was much kinder than anything they had been treated to before. Ruby never disagreed with her parents, never raised her voice again. She apologised to the congregation with a bright fake smile and wore all the right clothes, she held her sisters baby before Ricky came to collect her and watched the little girl grow up. Ruby White had been wiped clean, she was just as she had been before… at least on the outside. Her rage that had once existed was now calmed but she knew that she had to be calm before she could be a storm. Her family had built a prison for her to live in and her body was a vessel that she would need to escape them. The only way out was to appease their appetite for perfection, even if it meant soiling the person she thought she was meant to be. She did nothing to disobey them, cutting off the outside world, cutting off the friends she had made, going so far as to force the progress she had made back inside of her even if it felt like trying to cram something back into a container three sizes too small. She would be the perfect daughter. She would grow up. She would become a teacher. She would work at a school and go to church every Sunday and say she believed in God. She would do whatever it would take in order to preserve the image that she so desperately needed, but, why did she need it? Ruby White was convinced that her parents held answers to the darkness they had left behind. Texas still had something locked inside of her head but she had long since given up on getting that out of her sister. Whittemore was gone but Ruby did not doubt that one day it would be back, and when it was, when the last bit of darkness she couldn’t process called for her… well, she would be ready. More ready than she had ever been before.
Ruby White was last spotted in East London teaching at a religious institution for 7-11 year olds. She has often been seen running booths in inner city London advertising Christianity. She never spoke to her fellow students again unless he was forced to.
