double reflection (#Wattys2016)

moment

EDITED 12.20.15:

'Some things are meant to last, smooth and connected. And some things are meant to burn.'

This is my life, why I even exist. Why we all exist.

I remember the last time when we were like that, before the vicious burn.

6 years back.

"Dad dad!"

A man of 25 chuckled  in response but answered anyway. "Yes, owl?"

I giggled childishly, "Can we have the green nut icy cream?"

The man fazed thinking, "Of course-"

"Not , " a woman said behind him. I pouted at Momma.

"Awww why not?"

"It's bedtime," Momma said sternly .

"Story?" I pleaded.

Momma and Dad laughed but nodded nethertheless.

After the retelling of Cinderella, Momma fell asleep on my stomach and dad was sleeping, spooning us both.

It was these moments that kept me myself, at least to people I let in. It helped me heal, after that.

But it wasn't naive ten year old Rosemarie anymore, it was sixteen year old Rose. Time passed for that person and Momma was worrying about bills then ice cream and bedtime.

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Mondays are the monsters of my life. They repeat and come again. I groaned as I lifted myself up. My head pounding from Opal's gala for her seventeenth. I was still attached to the clothes I wore yesterday . Medium sized gray shirt with capris, was my clothes after the party. Opal wanted me in this super tiny bathing suit that was connected to a skirt.

And well, to be apart, I fit it out. So from 6 pm to gone knows when it ended, I wore the wretched outfit. 

You may see I have a social status at my school: Day Academy. They bowed and withered under the attention I brought everywhere I went, well not literally but you get the point.

My mom and I were no people of the high class, the only reason I could even afford was a bit of my college fund and a very good scholarship, but nobody knew that.

From day one, I was adopted and morphed into this beautiful monster controlled by people around me. Others think  I was unstoppable, invincible, but let me tell you a a secret .

I'm no queen, no tyrant, what they don't see is that I'm only a girl.

I sighed at my reverse thing I call my life and grabbed my clothes. A couple of sparing minutes later I was heading outside, aware Mom was still at the firm. Now this is the time where you wonder where my friends are, I mean usually the it girl has car pools huh?

Well shove that crap of a cliche out, I don't have friends. The people I see everyday are just pieces of glass, and when they connect with me in the middle, they become my human jar. They shield me, but in the end I'm separated by glass.

And besides, God gave me legs and I know how to equip them. I huffed and walked my path to the place where, well, I was deemed the Queen b. And not the actual animal, the other word, the bad one.

I sighed my legs moving faster then I wished, but once the next several hours passed, I could be Rosemarie, not Rose.

I glanced nervously at  the glass doors, taking a deep breath and pulling it, people making way for me when I walk in and I barely saw any of them.