SHE'S THE DEMON

9

Hi, I'm back after a really long break of trying to find myself.  Having a writers slump isn't easy. But a really good and new friend helped me with that.

I am republishing chapter 9 due to some mistakes I saw, and I've edited them. Still, if you spot some, let me know.

Anyways, let's get it.

Suppressing the emotions of joy as the weekend passed was as hard as the time I was forced to kill - anyways, it was just as hard.

I had to be more careful around my father, to which he noticed, but I never let him figure out his suspicion. I was tempted to hum as I cleaned around the house, packing the bottles of alcohol that my father had drunk with some guests the previous night. When I realised that I wanted to sing, I froze and looked around, trying to sense my father's presence.

That man always knows when I'm happy and I hate it, I hate him so much for that.

So I ensured that he never saw me happy or knew I was happy and knowing Loren broke that. Feeling happiness, an emotion I had buried so deep I couldn't understand  anymore scared me. But as much as it scared me, I was happy.

I am happy to feel again to understand these emotions and what it's like to have them. That's why I will treasure it, these feelings  and the man who let me feel these emotions.

My father went for a council meeting today, which is sunday, and he wouldn't be back till at least Tuesday. I have never felt so relieved and hopeful about his absence from him. I felt energized enough to actually prepare for the date.

I brought out dresses that I could wear on Monday and hung them on a mimi rack in my room. I stared at each of them fingers on my chin, contemplating on a dress to wear. I picked out a white sundress and a cream pink short fitted dress.

They looked appealing to me, unlike the other options I had brought out. Oh well, let's prepare. I ironed both dresses and hung them on my wardrobe before going to bed.

I got up early on Monday morning, took a shower, and came to my dresser to sit down. I stare at my reflection clear blue eyes shine, staring at me.

I look happy, no, I am happy

I take out my curling iron and begin to curl my hair. My natural waves become extra curled and shine as I apply hair oil and light gel, which I use to style my baby hairs.

I tuck half of my hair neatly in a high bun and leave a few to fall on both sides of my face.

I apply light makeup on my face, which I never do. Learning how to do it is a chore, but I had no choice. asking Cassey was a good option as she taught me a few things. I use brown powder and apply dark and pink eye shadow, use a white eyeliner and mascara. I line my lips with a pencil and apply lip gloss.

I give my myself a charming smile and get up. I wash my hands in the bathroom, rinsing off the eye shadow stains on my fingertips.

I come back into the room and take the cream pink dress from the hanger. I decided on this as it showcases my colour mood. I wear my dress, staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

Wow! okay, this is way different from the way I dress. I had to change my wardrobe when I came to this state. My leather pants and leather jacket became dresses and skirts. My father always had a look of disgust whenever I wore them to school.

I knew as well when I first wore it. I also had that look of distaste, but I wanted to have a different image and impression. It worked well.

Well enough that I feel myself integrating with humans. Feeling like them, happy and peaceful. I pick out a cute small white school bag and put my books in. Yes, it's not too small for my books to fit in.
I carry my bag on my shoulder and wear ankle white boots. I go downstairs to the kitchen taking a water bottle, I Walt out of the house and pretend to lock the door.