Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Kristal Anderson
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My heels echoed through the long hall that Aiden had led me down. It was almost like the universe could sense my fear and was doing everything in its power to ensure that it prevailed ; the hallway was desolate.
After every two steps my head instinctively snapped back to make sure that the masked man was no where in sight, and surely enough I was met with the same sight of the dimly lit empty hallway.
Expensive looking panting lined the walls of the hallway but with my brain running on high alert and my feet doing their best imitation of a sprint they could muster in heels, taking the time to fully admire them became impossible.
Entering the bathroom- that for some reason stood at the very end of the long hallway- I nearly let out a sigh of relief when I saw a lady standing in front of sink reapplying her red lipstick. She was a fairly older woman with her salt and pepper hair up in an elegant up do, a few wrinkles on her face and a deep scowl on her face.
Realistic speaking, there wasn't much that this poor lady could do if the masked man were to walk in the room. But the fact that there'd be a witness of sorts made me feel a tiny bit better.
The self closing door clicked shut behind me, startling me and forcing to move deeper into the bathroom. The door shutting brought the woman's attention to me, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
My lips curved up into a tight smile and my hand lifted up into an awkward wave,"Hi," The nervousness in my voice made the situation even more awkward, and to make matters worst she made no effort to return the gesture. A short nod was all she did, a nod so short and small that I could have easily missed.
I walked over to stand beside her and reached towards the back of my head to undo my mask. To my dismay, almost in complete sync the lady slid her lipstick back in her bright yellow clutch and headed towards the door. Leaving me alone in the spacious and empty bathroom.
Fuck my life.
Now there would be no witnesses to tell my story if he were to walk through that door. With that thought-that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise- I peeled my mask off my face with shaky hands.
Surely enough, my cheap mascara had not been able to withstand the waterworks. Getting my makeup wipes out of my clutch, I began to wipe off all the places that badly smudged before reapplying everything that needed to be touched up.
I had never seen myself work with makeup so quickly, it felt like a ticking bomb was attached to me and I was forced to complete my makeup in record time. My eyes stayed glued to the door through the mirror the entire time but nothing happened and no one came.
