Caked Makeup ✅

2.

Stella's P. O. V.

'Wow! This place is beautiful' I think as we both enter. I gasp softly. It is just magnificent. I look at Mia to see her also sharing the same look as mine.

As they say all good things must come to an end.

I see the receptionist with so much caked make-up it hurt to look at her. Great another attention seeking person.

Mia fills in our details to the receptionist, 'Grazie' I read the name tag.

Grazie smiled and soon handed us our keys. Seriously who is she tricking. I can clearly see how fake she is. I snicker. Which doesn't go unnoticed by both.

Mia glares at me while the caked make-up girlie looks at me with a questioning gaze. I couldn't hold it any longer.

"You don't have to act all polite and stuff. I know you are just trying to attract attention towards yourself. I mean if you don't know how to apply make-up, just don't" I state.

Expecting her to apologize but instead she looks at me with a glare and says, "I am sorry madam if my make-up was not so on fleek. The thing is I work 3 jobs as a single mother. To make ends meet. So that Tiya, my daughter has food to eat, school to go to. Today morning she insisted on doing my make-up and I just didn't have the heart to say no."

Really?

Yeah sure

"Really so you didn't have time to remove it? I am sure you had a makeup remover with you." I say fiercely. I hate liars and especially sympathy seekers.

"No, because I don't have the time to have lunch properly. With no rest in between. I don't have time and also even if I did it ma'am that gives you no right to judge my character." Said Grazie.

Before I could reply Mia holds my arm in a strong hold and drags me of somewhere.

~~

15 minutes later

Mia stormed off somewhere after our argument.

I cannot believe I did that. How could I be so pathetic. Mia said it right I don't have the right to judge anyone. Especially without knowing their story I feel terrible. Do I even deserve to exist? Should I be even alive?

I don't.

I don't deserve anything. Nor my friends and nor this life. This isn't the first time I easily judged someone nor will it be the last. I can't live like this. I cant be burden on someone. I can't...

I feel the world start to spin. I hears screams but don't know whose. Maybe if I welcome darkness. People will live in light. My mother always told me that I was a burden. Someone she would be happy to get rid off.

Goodbye