Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Six: Lisa

I budged in my bed trying to forget about everything. Sleep was something I needed or rather desired to escape the torture of my mind, but I was born as a wretched.

Millions of thoughts hovered over my mind, creating an invisible halo. There were questions and questions. If I escaped from one question by coming up with an absurd excuse, another doubt was already to attack me without giving a heads-up.

Eventually giving up, I walked to the mirror in front of me. I used to stare at myself all the time and murmur things that only the girl in my fantasies was able to understand.

It’d bring me a great relief that at least I was honest with myself.

Talking to that girl in the mirror, who was my best friend, my own reflection, would help me figure out things about myself, my deepest desires that I’d never shared outside my room, outside myself.

Lonely may it sound but I was fond of this kind of talking. I wouldn’t hesitate or lie or try to escape myself. The opposite of it happened with Jenna whenever she tried to induce me into talking.

Now that I stared at my best friend, she looked slim and starved. Dark sockets covered the space beneath her eyes, her hair was a mess with split-ends. Her eyes were no longer glinting with mischief and lost the eagerness she’d hold as a child.

Her lips were shriveled up like a leaf of summer and her skin lost the gleam it used to have. Her legs were thin like the shafts of a stool, barely supporting her upper body. Her clavicle was popping out of her skin. Her collarbone looked terrifying.

The girl was no less than a walking corpse and the paleness of her complexion, the loss of blush on her cheeks aided in proving the theory right.

What was happening to me? She wondered gazing her reflection up and down to get an answer but nothing seemed to make sense.

I wrapped a shawl around myself to hide my disgusting body. I didn’t want to trouble Jenna. She seemed enough worried when she saw me with Edward .

I still couldn’t believe he refused to answer any of my questions but then again, I kind of expected it.

I unbolted the door and went downstairs, careful to hide myself properly.

I watched Jenna browsing through the webs on her phone. I wondered what she must be looking for.

Unable to contain my curiosity I went ahead and took a seat beside her. She didn’t notice me until my head was leaning down on her shoulder.

I sighed. I just wanted to do that.

“You’re okay sweetie?” Her palm went on my cheeks to caress it but instead found my bony jaws. She ignored it and continued her caressing.

“I’m just tired.” I blurted, not sure how tired I was.

“Why didn’t you sleep then?” She lifted my head from her shoulder and cupped my face between her palms. She searched my face as if looking for something.

“Are you okay?” She asked, drawing me closer.

“I’m not tired physically, just mentally I think.” I paused unable to understand my own words and watched her confusion.

“No—nothing feels good anymore.” I struggled to find words.

“What do you mean?” She asked with her gaze more softening and her ears urging me to speak.

“It’s just that . . . um . . . lately I’ve been feeling like I’m trapped somewhere and I . . . I’m out of breaths even when my mind is clear and my room is filled with empty space.”