Twisted

Chapter 1

Cordelia

"How has college been?" I sat there on my bed, legs crossed, fingers twiddling with the blanket.
"It's been okay. It's less stressful than high school, but you also have to be on time."
"Thats good. How's the new scenery going for you?" Her voice has always calmed me down, but why isn't it working now?
"It's good. Way different than home."
"Well, that's expected. You're over 1000 miles from home." I sigh, tears brimming my eyes.
"Yeah, I miss my little sister, though." My little sister, Calie, has been asking about me everyday, wondering when I'm coming back home.
"Have you contacted her?" Yes, Margie, yea I have.
"Yeah." It's almost the end of the session and I haven't once calmed down.
"Well, it's the end of the session, same time next week?" I nod. "I hope you're doing better next time I see you okay?" Nod again.
"Bye, Margie." I close the laptop. Every week now, but nothing has been helping. I wonder how Calie is doing. I haven't really spoken to her since yesterday.
I get up out of bed and walk over to my door. As I put my hand on the handle, I wipe my nose with my sleeve and brace myself.
"Bitch, I know you aren't wearing my hoodie." I go to the kitchen.
"Maybe I am, so what?" Veronica and Andrew have been fighting all week now. I want to get out of here.
"Cori, can you please tell Veronica to take my damn hoodie off." I roll my eyes, closing the fridge door.
"I have no business in this." Holding my hands up in defense.
"I officially hate both of you." Veronica storms off to her room.
Its only been 5 months of living with these two, and already, I want to move out. College has been rough, but luckily I was able to move into an off campus apartment with my two best friends from high school. I still want to commit homicide on both of them.
"How was your session today?" Andy ask. He always asks how my sessions go. I've known him the longest, since middle school.
"It was okay, I didnt speak about the break up though." He holds his arms out for me to crawl into. I do like always.
"I'm still sorry about that whole asshole of a man." I smile and a laugh slips out.
"It's fine, neither of us could've seen where it was heading." I stare at the tv, going into a daze. Andy continues talking but he's muffled. I don't bother slipping out of it, I don't want to.
"Cori." He shakes me, knocking me out of it. I glare at him, hating that he brought me back.
"What?" I ask, snipped.
"I was saying, how about we go to that party tonight?" I consider answering. Going to a party right now can either be good, or make everything worse. Actually, screw it. I need this for myself.
"Sure, I guess it would be good for me to go out."
He whips his arm out into the air, jumping up and down. I smile at the action, getting up myself. I go to Veronica's room and knock.
"Come in." Its muffled but I can hear it.
"Me and Andy are going to the party tonight, you in?" I ask her as I peak my head into the room. She looks at me and then goes back to doing her makeup.
"Duh, what do you think I'm getting ready for?" I smile, knowing it was a stupid question to ask in the beginning. Although Andy and Verionica have been fighting, they always get along after 15 minutes. It's like watching to babies fight and then go back to cuddling each other.
"Good, see you in about thrity minutes." I close the door and go to my room. Andy had already gone back to his room to start getting ready.
I close the door behind me, taking a deep breath as I walk to my closet. Picking up a green satin dress and black heels, I smile as I lay them on my bed. I go to my mirror, looking at the person staring back. I've been soaking in my hoodie and shorts the whole day, but finally, I'll feel like myself again.
I take off the cry dried mascara and put on a fresh coat. I take my hoodie off, throwing it into my hamper. I stare at the torso that's short for my body. I've never liked the way I've looked. I have fat on my stomach and in my arms. I used to be such a skinny kid, could never grow any fat at all. But now, as I stare into the mirror, that kid is gone.
I grab the dress off my bed and hold it up to my body. Will it annunciate everything I don't like about my body? Or will it make me love how my body looks?
I strip my clothes off and put on the dress, shimming my way into it. Like I asked myself, it fits in all the right places, but also all the wrong places. I turn away from the mirror, and grab the heels, putting them on. I grab my phone and walk out of the room, not looking into the mirror. I don't need anymore self doubt than I already have.
"Yall almost ready?" I shout out to my roomates. I hear muffled yeah's and go to the key bowl, grabbing Andy's keys out of it. Seconds later, both of them walk out, Veronica looking her usual hot self and Andy now wearing a pair of jeans and button up. I toss his keys to him, grinning.
"You're driving tonight so don't get too fucked up."
"I never get too fucked up." He smiles and waves his hand at me. Walking out the door, I smile. I just hope this smile stays on the rest of the night.