Writing Stuffs

Happy Birthday Emily!

She sits in a dark room, alone. The only light from the candles on a small cake in front of her. She didn't expect to spend today, her birthday, alone. She hoped she'd be with her friends, her family. Her green eyes began to water, though she willed herself from crying. She didn't want to mess up the makeup on her face that took her so long to put on. She didn't even feel like blowing out the candles on the cake she'd made for herself anymore. Today was supposed to be special, she thought. Twenty-Nine years ago on this day she was born. But it didn't seem very important anymore.

Just an hour ago she had been smiling. She listened to her favorite artists as she showered. Afterwards she'd slipped herself into a beautiful red dress that came to just below her knees. She curled her brown hair, wanting so badly to look as close to Marilyn Monroe as she could. She made herself up with blush, eye shadow, red lipstick, and the likes. When she felt herself ready, she slipped her hose-covered feet into the black stilettos by the bathroom door. She took one last look in the mirror, seeing the smile she hadn't been able to wipe off her face all day, before walking out the door. All she found, was an empty house.

So she'd made herself a cake, covering her dress with an apron so she wouldn't ruin it. It was a chocolate cherry cake. She frosted it with vanilla icing and even added extra cherries to the top. She went down to the basement and picked out a bottle of wine; she had a stash for special occasions and emergencies. She set the bottle on the table, next to the cake. The clock read 8:49. It was already night and it was dark outside. This was when she figured nobody was coming. She put twenty-nine candles on her cake and lit them all with a frown etched on her face.

Now here she is. Sitting alone in the dark with a birthday cake, a bottle of wine, and a broken heart. She finally decided that, before blowing out her candles, she'd pour herself a glass of wine. After she did so, she held the glass in her hand and looked straight at that stupid cake she'd spent time making for herself. She blew out the candles in one breath and she knew she was supposed to make a wish, but she just couldn't. "What is there to wish for anymore?" she asked the darkness. Just as she was about to take a sip of her drink, the lights turned on. She looked up in confusion, as she wasn't near the light switch because it was on the other side of the room, to see someone she didn't expect.

There was a tall boy with two of his long fingers on the light switch. He had light brown, curly hair that barely hung out of his hazel eyes. She stared at him, as if he were a figment of her imagination; just a dream. That's almost what she thought, too.

"Sorry we're late, Love," he smiled, giving her a toothy grin.

He walked over to her and took her hand. This was when she knew it wasn't a dream. He was actually there. She let him lead her to a different room without question, she couldn't even form words to ask anyways. They walked into the living room and, if the boy hadn't been holding her, she might have fallen over. Her living room was filled with people ranging from her family and friends to her favorite artists. The boy next to her whistled loudly and soon everyone's conversations died down and they all stared at her. The boy counted to three and that's when she heard the words she never thought she'd hear that day.

"Happy Birthday!"

A/N: Happy Birthday to my sister Emily! :D ~Ali