The last iron tasted kiss (DIO x OC)

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"Entering a bit more light room squeezing my eyes I saw gowns. Thin, sparkly, all colorful and Arabic styled with gems covering bras. Under this dull light of a few candles they were so beautiful, so peaceful, so calming and charming. It felt like I froze under an endless beauty. But the screeching voice behind us brought me back here.

"Put them on. Throw your clothes to the floor"

All I wanted right now is to not leave my favorite party dress. It was something that still kept me in sanity connecting me to those memories when I used to wear it on special occasions only. With others circumstances I wouldn't even think about it, but once the things get weirder and darker you grab all the pieces of a previous life. Remember when I shone bright in it, it's yellowish color was matching my tanned and bit red sunburned skin. And then it had to be thrown away? Even if it was already dirty, ripped in some places, even if I had to put one of those hypnotic gowns? I just stood there still staring down as other girls not willing to be killed immediately were doing what he said.

"I said quickly. Lord Dio doesn't like his food looking disgusting"

What did he say? Who? Who's food?

Words hit me like a lightning, my hands started to shake. I gulped and hazily started to put my clothes off. I shook, acted automatically, total mind emptinesses. As I tilted my head towards the floor I saw clothes laying there. There was much more than for five. But who cares anyway.

I need to go further. Something deep inside of me saying that I must do it, I need to see what I'm supposed to. Somehow my body was willing to go there, to the second door in this tiny room with only one wardrobe. A piece of knowledge for me that time was just as necessary as a possibility to breathe. Even if my body shook and my heartbeat was going crazy.

Going through long aisles with others felt just as the last quietness before a sudden death. Even the creature's words about our behavior around him didn't distract me from messing with my head about all the things happening in these twenty four hours, actually about the summary of my life.

That night out was the last one before we were moving out from our resort, that was the final day. Even feeling not the best due to those signature bar cocktails I felt free. That summer break was a piece of fun and carelessness that I needed since moving to Manchester starting my first year of college. All I wanted that year is to run away, experience something that everyone at their youth does. Sneaking out to bars without thinking about tomorrow, kiss everyone around, loose my clothes somewhere downtown, drink cocktails with vodka and Jack Daniels, smoke something to get high and wild, make out with somebody I don't know. Something I was missing out. I left all these opportunities during the year leaving it for the summer.

My shyness has been with me since my birth. It doesn't mean I don't speak at all or stay alone in a corner during a party, I'm just not as sociable as others. I knew there is something inside of me that doesn't let me come closer to people around. There was always something that I saw but others couldn't. Or I should describe it as a feeling. It was something unknown, something that is not to be mentioned around others who don't understand. Like I was always in a glass ball and nobody yet could get through it. Now I guess I wasn't wrong. Now I understand more about it, but still something holds me back. I'm sure to get free I have to move forward. And I won't stop. The peace in my life is all I need. That's what I seek for. The calmness and stability those can only be achieved by an investigation. But those details are for the further explanation.

Alright, those urges to feel freedom were strong. Stepping over myself I made some girlfriends that were maybe still waiting for me to come back or were drinking unconsciously. We weren't that different at this point not going to lie. During the break I was a drunk head to be honest. But of course I wanted more. I thought that it's all not a big deal, I've got a whole life for these goals like getting a partner, trying different types of them. Unfortunately now I was somehow locked in this place not being able to go anywhere. Now I understand that all that time outside I spent irresponsible. All those years were nothing but the game in my head with no actual action. I should have done it finally. And just because actually nobody through my whole life was willing to date me though... Besides... I was treated like a one night stand but even without fucking. Only harsh late night bar kisses. That's it. Not like I was driving crazy because everyone was taken except me but sometimes it felt unfair. I am also a human being. I wanted it. And I still want it.