𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 [COMPLETE]

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"𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢"
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𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It felt like someone was slowly dragging a knife across my frame, puncturing me every open chance they got when I was defenseless.

Waiting for me to feel vulnerable so they could take advantage of me. Soon those scars would cover my whole body and I wouldn't look or feel the same.
I'd be in this position until I took some sort of control. Take control of what you might ask.

Take control of the knife I considered modeling.

Until then I'd be waiting, hoping even, someone could save me. But no one would notice. Not even my own family. I was on my own.

Today was no different as I adjusted my false lashes in my vanity mirror, covered in bright light bulbs. Getting up from the black high chair where the letters S A G E is spelled on the back, I remove my satin gown and step into the dress, one foot at a time.

My dressing room was my safe haven, essentially my escape from it all. It was closed off to the hell outside. A large clothing rack stood in the corner, hung were my favorite pieces from the Doll collection we were presenting tonight. For these gorgeous women it was just another runway show to get exposure.

For me I only hoped it was my last.

Waking up to go to work wasn't fun anymore. It slowly became a nightmare I didn't want to relive. This hobby, now job, became my whole life and then some. Genuine smiles became forced weak ones, and that was when I knew...

Interrupting my thoughts I hear three consecutive knocks outside my door. I yelled a faint "Come in" loud enough for whoever was outside to hear.

Forcing a smile, I watched Sam saunter in the room as if he was the one going on stage in less than ten minutes. His usual turtleneck and slacks attire was replaced with a classic fit navy vest for tonight's showcase. Along with his cream hair slicked back to perfection.

"Ms. Winters you're up soon," Sam came up behind me, fixing a curl of mine out of place. His deep french accent made my lips curl. I loved the way he pronounced certain words.

Sighing, I nod giving my body a once over in the mirror, trying to find any flaw with the dress. There was no flaw. It was me.

I need to get the spanx

"You have five minutes," Sam spoke much softly, giving me a sympathetic smile while closing the door behind him. I nod in agreement. I just had ten minutes. Where did the time go?

Runway modeling was a very fast paced environment. Everywhere you looked someone was busy practicing their catwalk, getting hair and makeup down or trying on pieces. You rarely got a second to yourself.

I make my way outside my dressing room to see Zarah walk proudly through the blank curtains, back from her catwalk in a two piece version of the dress I was currently wearing. She exuded confidence and I couldn't help but envy her.

"That's your cue, Sage," a woman backstage spoke.

Shaking my head of these troubling thoughts, I plaster a big smile on my face and head towards the empty runway. I had practiced forcing smiles so much it came to me like second nature. It shouldn't have.