BESIDE YOU

Chapter 27

DEMI

Halloween

Supposedly one of the best festivals.

I mean what's it not to like? Children get candies, you carve pumpkins and dress up like your favourite character.

Atleast that's what I try to convince myself.

"Like seriously, come on Demi. What could possibly go wrong today?", I tell myself.

"It's just school. Avoid everyone like usual. Don't make eye contact. Snap at people. Just be you. It's not like they are interested in you anyway"

I breathe in and out slowly, trying regain control.

Ironically, didn't I lose control over my life like a while ago? Like say, 6 months?

"No. No. No. No. You are doing it all wrong. No thinking about that. Just for today ,you are Black Widow. Not Demi. Just think about some S.H.I.E.L.D mission you are on or something"

I glance back at the mirror and let out a growl.

Why,why the fuck had I decided to become Black Widow?.

The outfit was tight. And by tight I mean extremely tight. Like the outfit looked like it was plastered on me  tight.

And now my anorexic body was out on display.

Like things weren't bad enough.

Congratulations .You have outdone yourself, Demi.

I sigh as I remove the hair tie from my hair and shake it down.

Remember how Haydon had asked me, what I was going to do with my hair?

I thought about wigs but as we all know, they are itchy and uncomfortable. I mean, the bodysuit is already uncomfortable.

It's not about looking exactly like the character you've chosen, it's about people understanding the idea. It didn't matter if my hair was longer or darker than the character's.

This is my version of Black Widow.

I am almost ready, so I text Sam and ask him to come pick me up.

He has not yet told me who/what he's going to dress up as. Fair enough. I'm sure that he'll look great.

I crack my knuckles and stretch my body in an attempt to calm myself. I get anxious as I wait.

It's going to be okay. It's not like anybody is going to notice you. Relax, Demi.

I get a text from Sam, saying that he's here. I run down the stairs and just as I am about to open the door she says,

"Where are you going"?

And it is my mother, if you haven't already guessed.

This is why I like to stay in my room. This is what I want to avoid.

"School", I don't even bother to turn towards her.

"Why are you dressed weird"?

I can feel my self control fading away. After avoiding me like plague for almost two months, she wants to suddenly talk to me now?

"It's Halloween. And the weirdest thing right now is you talking to me and not my dress"

"Is that the way to talk to your mother?"

And then I lose it. I turn my neck so quick that it hurts for a second.

"You should be glad that I am talking to you at all. Now if you'll excuse me, I've better things to do", I glare at her.