I'm in my room pacing around in pure frustration and exhaustion. I'm anxious! The party just started 40 minutes ago and I'm still in my room trying to figure out what to say or do when I walk out of that door. It's easy for me to ignore people from outside but these people I avoid are in my freaking house!
I walk up to the mirror on the wall to check myself out and I'm literally sweating so I panic even more. The owner of the house can't just look this weird and move on so I begin to mirror pep talk myself. It's called Mirror Work.
"Mirror,Mirror on the wall,will I survive today or no? I look good though,I look great. I just need to calm down instead," I speak to myself in whispers of heavy breath.
I then realise I can't do this. I can't socialize. The party started without me and so shall it end without me as well. As I'm figuring this shit out,the door opens and its Ciara. She looks gorgeous. She shuts the door behind and walks up to me annoyed.
"Why aren't you downstairs? People are asking about you,dummy!" She sternly says to me.
"I'm panicking! I can't walk out and eventually make a fool of myself in front of all those people."
"Timothy,there is only 15 fucking people!" She sternly says to me again.
"The fact that they are people,I'm not walking out there," I say to her and she scoffs.
There is silence between us two and Ciara starts to clean me up.
"What are you doing?" I ask a little freaked out.
"I'm helping you look presentable," she says adjusting my tie and dusting off my shoulders.
She takes out a handkerchief and wipes my sweaty face. Her handkerchief reminds me of Marilyn. I kept hers and she doesn't remember she left it on the table.
Ciara is so thoughtful and sweet. She holds my hand and points at the mirror,
"You look beautiful," she says and we both look into the mirror.
Ciara means the world to me and I'm guessing I mean the world to her too.
"The way I have held your hand,I won't let go till the party is over. Like I said two days ago,I will protect you," she says and we walk out of the door. Time to talk to people.
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"My MaRiLyn..."
General FictionTimothy Zolanski, a mentally distorted young man moves into a new neighbourhood hoping to start a new life. He then becomes obsessed with a beautiful lady in the neighborhood called "Marilyn". Whom he believes he "thought" into existence through his...
