"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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The sound of the blow dryer stops as I turn it off. I ruffle my chocolate brown hair, shaking my head lightly before combing it with my fingers.
The tiny diamond on my long fixed black nails hooks on my hair strands, making me regret getting them done in the first place.
I managed to untangle my right forefinger with my hair strands, after a bit of struggle. Ophelia basically forced me to get my nails done with her yesterday and I knew I was gonna regret it. Like I am right now.
Thankfully, from the very few times I've gotten them done, it wasn't hard to use. It was still kinda hard though.
Cough.
Cough.
Cough.
I let out the atrocious continual cough that has started hurting my chest. The pain turned excruciating everytime I let it out or it forces it's way out.
This might be worse than I thought.
I checked the time, it was past seven AM. It's monday, the beginning of days to spend at that torturous school. It's already three days after the Halloween party, but I can still remember everything. Well everything before I got wasted.
Yeah you heard it. Little miss Freya got wasted for the first time in her life.
I've tried not to think about that day so much, because it's tinted by him and the words he said. That coldness and emptiness he held in his cloudy eyes when he looked at me.
Still, it's impossible. All I can see is him.
Another round of cough elicits out of me. I try to suppress it, reducing my voice in the process, so my parents won't hear. I make my way to my closet after applying lotion and skincare products on my skin.
I need to look fine.
Even if I'm not okay on the inside, I have to look good on the outside, so no one will suspect a thing.
No one needs to know.
I put on my apple green crop sweater and a baggy cargo blue jean. I spilt my hair into two halfs and braided it into two pigtails.
"Freya, breakfast is ready!" My Mom yells from downstairs.
"I'll be there in a minute." I yell back.
"You don't mean in an hour right? Cause your food is gonna get cold." I shook my head at my Dad's addition.
I apply very little makeup on my face, almost nothing was there. I top my lips with lipgloss, before spraying myself with some new perfumes my Mom just got for me. They smell like luxury and beauty.
I was about to wear my silver small hoop earrings when I remembered a certain Joker wearing them. It's like he has poisoned my mind and infected everything I do.
