The Glass Ballerina Who Danced On Knives

Lost

Wish I knew better then/Who knew you were just out to get me?/My whole world just fell apart/'Cause I never felt so alone, felt so alone, na-na/I could never be more alone than when I ain't got you here

Never Felt so Alone, Labyrinth

The ride home is near silence. "I'm sorry I forced all of my emotional baggage on you.

"It's fine." Iqra suddenly looks very exhausted. "I understand how that pressure is."

"The pressure that turns you into diamonds?" Adrina pokes her head through the seats.

Iqra closes her eyes. "Sure. Just remember, you'll always be someone."

Her weary voice runs through my head even after I drop her and Adrina off. After entering the security code to not alert anyone, I put my car into low gear and slowed to practically crawl up the winding roads.

"Oh damn."

A familiar silhouette stands in my car's spot.

"Been going somewhere, lil sis?"

Ugh.

"Do you have a sixth sense or are you just a stalker?"

"Breath into this." Nash holds out a little strip of paper.

"Is this a disposable breathalyzer?"

"Gotta make sure you weren't drunk driving."

"Whatever. It's my car anyways."

He cocks an eyebrow, the classic big brother facial expression.

"What were you doing up so late?"

"Just," I exhale. "Letting off some steam."

"With 'Drina and Iqra?" His thick accent makes the cool tones of my friends' names sound odd, slightly off.

I gape at him.

"Still a Hawthorne." He makes a face that would be better suited to the parent of a toddler playing hide and seek.

"Still not my dad, no matter how much you think you are. Eight years don't make as much of a difference as you'd like to pretend."

"I'm worried for you, kid. You haven't been yourself since the old man passed."

"Died," I whisper to myself.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," I mumble.

"Y'know, I'm not as thick as everyone likes to think. Something's up. Care to share?"

"Yeah, I do care. I'm not going to spill my guts to someone who might not be here next month."

"Do you... wanna talk about that?"

"No, I really don't. I've already had two too many heart-to-heart talks for one day, and too many feelings to sort out logically through another talk with my nomadic brother who has commitment issues!"

Nash draws his hand back like he's been burned. "Now, now, let's take a step back."

I take a deep breath and all of my willpower to not tackle him to the ground. "Taking a step back." I weave my sneakers backwards. "'Night, Nash." I can hear the resentment in my voice that makes me feel like a horrible sister.

I stare up at my towering ceiling. I need to stop being up at night with just my thoughts. It hasn't really turned out too well for me lately.

The next morning is Sunday, something that gives me physical pain to trudge through. I feel empty and hollow, which is a bad combination. Restraining myself from making any impulsive decisions, I decide to dance, practising my routine for the upcoming performance. After wiggling into a leopard and tying my hair up, I make my way to the dance studio, warming up on the barre. Once my muscles have been pulled in every direction possible and my feet are warm in my shoes I tie on my pointe shoes and press play on the sample of music my dance teacher chose for me.

Up, down, pirouette

Who am I?

Jeté, pas de bourrée

A dancer, a fencer, a harpist, a model?

Susu, borree, borre.

Granddad always told me I was special, incredible. But, beyond that, what am I?

Full promenade

Then it hits me. I'm lost. I'm lost.

Born to be great, to be something. And I'm... not.

How am I supposed to do this?

A.N.: This chapter is very short, but I feel that its more powerful like this. Love you!

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