Addiction| 18+

3|wedding

Now

I wiped the tears off my face as I looked at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. She looked beautiful. She had a natural glow, and tan skin. Her eyes, a dark sparkly blue. Her makeup was fairly soft, bringing out the light pink color in her cheeks. Her hair was curled beautifully, tied back into a low loose bun. Her body was covered in white soft silk and small diamonds and big flower designs on her chest. She looked like one of those people you would see in a magazine or in a fairytale book. She didn't look real, and that's because she wasn't.

My makeup took exactly two hours to do. Once I got here they quickly changed me into this dress that I never got to pick out. My arms that where visible with scars where now cover up like all of those times never happened.

I could tell most of the woman helping me where judging me based on the way they saw my scars and their expressions changed into disgust.

I felt fake, like a catfish. I wasn't this person these woman where trying to picture. I wasn't this cheery woman who loved her family. Most days I don't even want to be here anymore, and other days I come closer and closer to finally leaving this hell.

I mentally laughed at myself for being so stupid to think that I was free from this life. Two years, two WHOLE years of being free of my fathers rath was now gone. And now i'm being sold off in an arranged marriage with a man I knew nothing about, and have never met. I only knew his name, Grey Anderson.

I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine my life with this stranger. I could see myself in a basement trembling to survive until suddenly all my sanity is gone and I kill myself. Or maybe he'll tie me up in a chair and just shoot me exactly when we get to his house. Or maybe he'll poison me and blame it on one of his chiefs. Either way he'll end up hurting me by abuse, rape, or poison. Alls in which way I hope are a quick death. He'd be doing me a favor at this point.

"You look beautiful honey." An old woman said to me as she stared at me cheerfully in the mirror. I try to smile but I can't. I cant do this, I cant be a wife, I cant be with this man. I can't be hurt again. More tears start to fall down my face as I wipe them away with a tissue. "T-thank you." I said with a soft small smile.

My freedom was being taken away from me all over again except this time it was worse, it was by a man I know nothing about. A man who had all the power to do anything he would like. I tried to stay calm while the woman fixed up the last part of the dress.

"All right dear, I think you're ready!" One of the woman said as she circled around me. I nodded with a smile. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom before hand just in case." I said as I walked down from the platform. I found a clock on one of the walls that read 2:40 p.m. I only have 20 minutes left. I sighed and made my way to the bathroom. I found a stall and sat down on the toilet seat.

I knew I wanted out, and that this would be my only chance. I always kept extra pills in my bra pads just in case I ever needed them. I unstrapped my bra and took out the pills onto my hand. I needed something, anything to take the edge off. I tilted my head back and swallowed the pills, dry. I leaned against the seat as I watched my vision start to blur and my nerves start to relax. Everything went silent, I could no longer hear the woman talking or the church bells ringing. It was peaceful. My eyes began to feel heavy as I laid my head back. A smile crosses my face as I closed my eyes.

Until suddenly, my stomach agitated and grumbled until vomit made its way out of my mouth and onto the floor. Tears ran down my face as I realized it didn't work. Cries was all I could hear as I continued to throw up the last of my pills. Nausea fell over me as I tried to sit up. I held my head up with my hand as I grabbed one of the sides of the bathroom walls. I heard the door open and foot steps following.