(Multiple View Points) A Beauty and the Beast Reimagining.
She was Beauty. He was beast.
Anabella was a cashier and a waitress after leaving college to pay her father's medical bills. Brok was the prince of Sha and his mission was to conquer worl...
I placed the hanger with a dress in front of me and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't know if it was the exhaustion on my face or if I really just felt unattractive today, but I didn't want to wear that dress so I placed another one in front of me and did the same with a red one I really liked, but no. I wouldn't wear that dress for my birthday today.The truth was I didn't know what to wear. Should I wear a dress with a V line? Should I wear a black, blue or red dress, they were the only ones I had or should I wear the only skirt I owned? Should I dress in casual jeans and a buttoned blouse? Exhausting.I was unsure and insecure about what to wear and what not to wear, but then what woman isn't in these occasions. I was thinking of inviting Chandra, my co-worker to come with me, but she was probably too busy I thought. I decided to go casual, since it was just my dad and my brother and we were just going to spend the evening at his house. As that thought came into mind my cell phone rung. Half-naked I ran to the coffee table on my living room where I had left it and picked it up without reading the caller ID. I should have done so. It was annoyingly, Luke Stevens.
"Hi beautiful," he said. I frowned angry, looked at the phone for a split second and then I hung it up. My mobile phone rung again, but I ignored it and headed for the shower. As my cell phone just continued to ring on without stop, I rinsed my hair, bathed and dried myself with a towel. I couldn't believe that he was calling me non-stop. I wrapped a towel around myself, headed again for my cell phone and switched it off. Silence for me was bliss.I dried myself and decided to go with jeans, but with a nice blouse and some flats. My hair was long, so I had to spend quite a while with the blow-drier. This was the moment when I felt that I hated my long brown hair with blonde, natural highlights and wished that I was bald. However, once I was done with the blow drier I felt like a new woman and my attitude towards my hair instantly changed.I got dressed, I wore my makeup and then I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty decent. I couldn't ignore the fact that I was beautiful and that my good looks had always made things easy for me, always until now. Still, I was different from other girls who wished that a boy would glance at them twice, for me a one-time glance was enough and the attention I lured among the opposite sex was uncomfortable to me and never truly welcome.The problem with being beautiful is that you don't know if people and particularly men truly like you for who you are or if they like you because of your appearance. The thought can be quite agonizing and the stress levels very high. It also creates a trust issue with those who are from the opposite sex. Take Luke Stevens for example. I didn't know if he really liked me. He hardly knew me at all and every moment we shared was based on trivialities which led me to conclude that he was only after my body and not after my love. Sometimes I felt lonely. Sometimes I just wanted to throw myself in the arms of a man, of any man, but then there were times when my head sunk in and reflected upon that thought. Did I really want to launch myself in the hands of any man? Any man who didn't love me would hurt me, humiliate me or use me and if he did love me, but I did not in return then I would end up hurting that man. I didn't need to launch myself into the hands of a man. I needed to work for my dreams, and become the best person that I could be. Maybe then the man of my dreams would come to me one day and he would no longer be a dream.
I peered in the eyes of the strange being in front of me. Apparently, he was a robot. I stood up to take a run for it, but I realized that the robot wasn't even following me so I stopped. He, or I assumed it was a he, glanced at me and moved his head to the side like a little puppy.
"Hello," I said to it. He didn't move or talk. He simply looked at me and although I was in a shiver I slowly paced towards him and stopped briefly. The robot walked towards a shrub of red roses and he caressed the petals of one particular rose with his finger."Rose," I said. He looked at me and repeated the word.
"Rose," he said and then he got closer to the rose and just looked at it. I supposed if he was some sort of an alien he had probably never even seen a rose or know what it was, but it was curious to me that he ignored me since I too must be a being he's never seen or at least I'm assuming that I'm a being he's never seen before. I certainly had never seen anything like him before. His white robe ruffled against the wind and the smoke in the sky had dissipated.
"Rose," he repeated again and then he grabbed it and pulled it and the petals of the rose fell on the muddy ground.
"Oh, you have to be careful because if you do that it breaks," I explained. He looked at me, but in a very brief manner and then he watched another rose, but this time he touched its stem and passed his metallic fingers on its stem.
"Be careful, the thorns can cut you," I said. I approached him slowly.
"Cut," he repeated and I nodded.
"Yes, cut," I said. Then the robot pulled the stem of the rose and he held it in his hand.
"Rose," he said.
"Yes. It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked him.
"Beautiful," he repeated.
"Yes," I said and nodded. Then he stared at me and walked towards me with his mechanical legs. They had a hard sound on the ground, that of metal and materials. As he approached I felt nervous now and even more when he invaded my personal space.
"Rose," he said almost shoving it into my face. I nodded nervously. Then he grabbed my head and squeezed. I screamed terrified, but I could hardly move. Soon, I blacked out.
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