Oblivion \\ L.H

2 - Fire And Lace

((I love this edit , props to whoever put these words and the picture of Luke together because they fit so perfectly together.))

MARION VAN DE BERG

~~ when you smile I melt inside ~~

*Continuing from the shower scene*

I was still standing like an idiot in my spot , steam coming out from the shower. The water was obviously boiling but I couldn't stop staring at him. It felt like an entire eternity had passed but back in real life , it had only been 30 seconds. 

I inspected as much of him as my eyes could take in. I felt my lips swelling and eyes itching like crazy as if he was making my body have a chemical reaction. I know , I was standing there doing nothing but the poor guy was scartching his head and his eyes were wide open. He looked at me as if I had come back from the dead right before his eyes. 

His ivy skin was coloured as if it was a clean canvas and his body was carved by several Gods. He didnt have a single scar on  his body except his face. He had a few pimples here and there , with a small black lip ring on his pinkish lips. He started scratching his body all over ; for a moment I thought he was going to rip his skin off.

 The more i tried to take his features , the more he disappeared. I felt like something was taken from me ; like all the bad spirits left from this season.I really did feel something physically abandon my body. My mind was whirling into an endless state of confusion so I threw myself into the steaming waters. I immediatly turned the handle towards cold water , my mind and body calming down.

What just happened was a lot to take in , it was extremely overwhelming. My mind was just going to open a whole in my head and walk away from it saying "Okay , you're crazy I cant deal with you anymore."

I thought about if I had eaten or taken anything that might of made me hallucinate like that but I seriously doubt that blueberries and pancakes were going to make my brain believe that I saw a male in my reflection. I uneasily took my bathing suit , the feeling as if there was pressence still around making it a bit more hard. I throughly washed my hair and body , stepping out of the shower. 

I got dressed in my room , the window open which allowed the sound of the waves crashing to enter the room. I heard dad calling me and to be honest , after that conversation i had no intention to eat oven pasta. First , this horrible holiday then the supermodel standing in my reflection? I just wanted to sleep for a few years so I could take my mind off of it.

I walked downstairs , hearing a familiar voice talking on the tv show. Apparently it was Chandler from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. My dad was obsessed with american sit-coms ever since he moved to The States. I actually thanked the lord that actual an English show was playing on the tv. Usually , my dad encouraged me to watch Dutch tv shows so I could make my Dutch better. Being bilingual was a big deal to my dad.

'It smells great , dad.' I said smiling weakly. I was so weak across to my father. He just made me give up and surrender for some reason. I think its because i truly respect him. I didnt even want to remember our previous fight we had before I showered. I felt drained of anymore willingness to bother with people anymore.

'So i looked at some new schools in Manhattan and i found this place , it's called Whitby School-Greenwich.' He said putting a pate full of oven pasta infront of me. I grabbed my fork , not taking my eyes off my dad. He clearly had no idea what he was doing , his facial expressions changing after he saw my stare.

'Dad , that sounds like the lamest school in Manhattan.' I said trying to not get pasta all over me , my mouth opening like a black hole.

'But all the kids are in nice colleges.' Dad said sitting on the next stool next to me , taking his own masterpiece of a pasta infront of him. I must admit , it was pretty good.

'You need to calm down about the college thing. I still have a year till the SATS.' I said laughing a little but my dad was dead serious. This was the year I was going to be a senior (12th grader) this year and my pop was freaking about what I was going to do about college. 

Frankly , college was the last thing on my mind with all the events and my horrible grades.

'I'm serious about education Marion , you know.' He said , nearly finishing the pasta in one bite. I tensed up a bit because I really didnt want to tell my dad how I felt about university. Even high school felt like a waste of my time at this point. 

I rolled my eyes getting a little bit anxious about how i was living my life and if i was being controlled by someone else. I couldn't stand being controlled by another soul but the universe was mean enough to give me a perfectionist dad who wanted the perfect traditional Dutch daughter. And on top of that , I was his only child.

'I'm gonna go rest in my room. Tomorrow SHE returns.' I was going to say Saskia but then realised that would be to cruel , even for her. I emphasised on the "she" hoping that my dad understood that I didn't even want to call her my mum anymore.

'I'll be here , watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S , all by myself.' He said like a little child , like he was calling me to be with him. He probably decided to skin over what I said about my mum.

'I'll get my laptop and be right back.' I said , again surrending to his cuteness. I saw his big blue eyes beam like a lighthouse as I ran up the stairs. 

I walked up to my room and grabbed my MacAir off of my desk and turned around to leave the room. As i was leaving i saw a mirror again and there he was again. Yes , i mean him

The slight itching and swelling came back again and the expression all over his face was pure confusion. I could feel his eyes piercing my eyes and making me feel ditzy.He had a Nirvana t-shirt on his ivy skin this time , slightly tugging his body. His lip ring was still perfectly in place and his hair was now styled , not messy like before.

I tried waving a hand with all my might but I couldn't raise my hand at all. He looked at my hand then back to my face again.

I walked up to the mirror and smacked it really hard trying to make it go away. I felt like the mirror was reflecting an alternative universe (which i really wanted to believe in) but that didnt make any sense at all.  After I hit the mirror with my fist the mirror broke into pieces , just like my heart the moment they arrested my mum. 

The guy was gone and the uneasy feeling was back in system. I don't know why but the first time I saw him and just now , I felt like everything was fine but in reality ; it wasn't.

'MARION , EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?' My dad yelled from downstaris , his Dutch accent kicking in whenever he yelled. I looked at the broken pieces on the floor and this time I was looking at myself , not wanting to believe what was before me.

'Yeah i dropped my mirror off the wall. It's all okay.' I said only half-lying. Afterall my mirror was on the wall and now it was broken. I shifted my attention towards my slightly cut index finger , blood dripping down onto my arm. 

'Good ridance.' I said whispering to the broken pieces , grabbing a broom from the laundry room. This  time , I prayed to a God that I didnt ever experience that europhia again.

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Did i tell you guys before that i would die to see Luke Hemmings in my reflection?

~Sila 💜