LEFT BEHIND | Scarlett Johansson x Daughter.

CHAPTER 41 - PREMIERE. *

I feel like I have been awake FOREVER! But it has only been 2 hours. I still do not understand why we all have to be awake so early when the premiere doesn't even start until 6pm? 

Like it isn't my problem? 

So having been woken up at 7am isn't something I'm happy with. 

So because of that I'm tired and moody.

It is only now 9am and so far nothing interesting has even happened, well for me it hasn't. The same cannot be said for mom. She has so many people here. They have been showing her different dresses or suits, asking what she wants to wear, which to me is stupid because surely she should have just already picked before we even left home. But nope, no. We all had to be awake at 7am so we could eat, which I begrudgingly did and by that I mean I had a slice of toast, and then we had people show up and start doing this for mom. 

Sometimes I wonder if she likes this. Like surely it is nice to get dressed up for an event or something but for me I would honestly rather be comfy sitting in a movie theatre than wearing some of the stuff she has worn for hours on end. Anyway, she finally chose what she wanted to wear, how her hair and make up is going to look and all that stuff that simply goes in one ear and out the other but now apparently I'm the next victim. 

Roses outfit already sits on the side along with Mom and Dads. I'm the only one left. But after all of the events that happened yesterday the thought of anyone I don't know touching me is really getting to me, and well it doesn't help when I'm tired and moody. 

I haven't even spoken a word yet today and I can tell mom is trying her best in communicating for me using only my facial expressions when things are shown to me. We sent moms stylist ideas on clothes I liked and so far everything I have been shown isn't even anything like I wanted to wear or would feel comfortable in. 

Everything is short sleeved or the suits care too tightly fitted, everything I didn't want. Even dresses have been put in the mix which is something I had specifically told mom I didn't want any part of. 

I feel ignored and frustrated but I cannot ruin today, even if every bone in my body wants me to get up and walk out of this room, away from this chaos and away from the knowing breakdown that is most likely going to happen if someone doesn't show me something that I will feel comfortable in. 

I'm shown outfit after outfit and still nothing is making me feel confident. Moms eyes have been watching me intensely as she can tell everything isn't even my style and I think they thought it would be just based on who my mom is. But we are different. Just because she likes glamour doesn't necessarily mean I do. 

I go to stand up to walk away, everything becomes a little too much but moms hand on my shoulder stops me. 

I take a breath, count to 10. Today is about mom, do not make it all about you. She can have one day where she doesn't have to worry about me having a mental breakdown. 

"Can we have a minute?" Mom picks up my hand and pulls me up from the seat I was sitting in and walks us through the room and to the bathroom. She closes the door behind us and turns to me face full of worry, I take another deep breath before I go to talk but she beats me to it. 

"I'm sorry, bug..."

"Mom, you have nothing to be sorry about."

"Well I feel like I do because everything you have been shown is nothing you would ever like let alone wear. I'm going to sort it out bug, okay? We still have just over 7 hours before we have to leave, we are in London with so many shops open around us. I will get someone to go and find you something if I have too. Okay?" She says to me, frustration filling her own voice as she comes back over to me and cuddles me. Her nose pressing into my head as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down.