𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆.
madeline swift was your average seventeen
year old girl living in central london until
she met him.
tom kaulitz was an older, beautiful and
charming man, who seemed to be
everything she wanted.
𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐤�...
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i look in the mirror what is happening to me?
MADELINE IS CURRENTLY in the studio, being pushed to her limit by her teacher. Every time she thinks she has done her best, Madam Delacour wants something more from her. Madeline is practically on the verge of tears as the French ballet teacher yells at her to run through the routine again.
"Point your feet!" Delacour yells in frustration and Madeline feels her eyes well up even more. "It's no good! No use!"
"I don't understand what more I can do to this routine, Ma'am." Madeline gives up, breathless and in pain. Her muscles are in agony from being in the studio for the past three hours and her feet ache like nothing she's ever felt from her point shoes.
"Jumps too low! Spins to slow!" Delacour waves her hand in disappointment. "Ballerina needs to fly! You, girl, must fly! You cannot fly if you're too heavy—diet is important."
Madeline deflates and suddenly feels small under the teacher's scrutinising eyes.
"Go before you fall to ground."
Madeline watches as the teacher storms out of the room and limps over to her duffel, sliding down the wall and her feet seem to go limp as she rests her back against the cool surface.
You cannot fly if you're too heavy
Madeline has always been conscious of her appearance and her diet as a dancer. But Delacour has never commented on her body. Is she really not paying attention to herself that much that the teacher has to remind her of it?
Frustrated with herself, Madeline shoves her shoes on messily and takes out her phone, dialling the first number she thinks.
"Mads? Is everything good?" Tom's concerned voice says down the phone and Madeline shakes her head before realising he can't actually see her.
"I—uh, could you pick me up from the studio, please? It's fine if you can't—"
"I'll be there in ten." Tom cuts her off and she feels herself smiling slightly through her sadness.
Madeline stands up, grabbing her duffel and looking at herself in the mirror wall of the main studio room. She's slim with a small chest and slight muscle on her shoulders. She's never really been insecure about her body, but as she got older in ballet it really began to bother her. There's some girls at the studio who are stick thin, Madam Delacour says they have a ballerina's figure...but she doesn't.
Madeline looks away from the mirror, feeling slightly sick of staring at herself. She's wearing her light pink leotard with a short, floaty skirt that's slightly translucent and black with the usual white tights and previously her point shoes. But now, of course, she's in her trainers with thick socks over her thin tights.
