double reflection (#Wattys2016)

obedience

EDITED 1.7.16.

It's been three periods. And I was dying from the increased attention. Aparently everyone needed to know who was the lucky boy toy who I used yesterday. Now on this single numbered of 5th period, I had lunch. And for once I was thankfully I wasn't allowed to eat, I didn't need to go to the cafeteria.

I walked to the football field, where the girls set up their cheering places. Darlene was Co caption but she might be been the captin, because all I did was sit there while she did all the moves. The girls just nodded and laughed at something she said.

And now having a minute to myself, I wondered where that boy that had his status boosted in the past hours went. Where is lucian grey?

Rose, don't think of him. He'll only be bad for you.

So? My dear mind, if you haven't noticed I might as well be Satan's daughter.

No, your just trapped. There's a difference.

And sometimes being trapped all the time just makes you want to rebell, do things you wouldn't do.

You mean sleeping around?

No! Just things like...

What about standing up to those  sl-

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my mind went quiet and I all became aware of snapping fingers in front of my face. Giselle was looking at me with her contact blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair waving around her face. She looked so fake.

I pulled a fake smile as she pulled me up, commenting on my weight or something. Darlene stood in front of me, purposely. Her sweet and expensive scent making my nose and lungs burn for something real. Giselle was next to me, Claire on my other side, and Brittany behind me.

Though we are in a place where no one goes because theyre all cramped in the lunchroom, they still insist to shield me. Pratically predictable.

While Darlene and the girls made the effort to do the extremely complicated moves, I stood there unmoving. A swift heat of pain flahsed through my left cheek as Darlened made a slight oops. Her leg had smacked me in the face. As she held her leg, and pretended that it was a severe condition, all the other girls sent me glares. They bounded to their friend as if I was about to kill her, and there I was holding my briused and burning cheek. The others inspecting her fine faked tan leg, and dont mention they were looking at the wrong part too.

How stupid, I thought, my face burning from both from the injury and anger. I've done enough days at this hell clique then a normal person should complete.

Yes, now break free. How hard is it?

No, I told my mind, you know why we can't. It'll blow everything.

This happened like 5 years ago, who'd be looking for you? You look different now, your no longer the same.

Yeah, I may look different. But my emotions are the same. I'm scared still am, and my punch? Still as fierce and painful. I'm no different then before.

Yeah you are, your much more wimpier. Your hiding when you know you would rather go run. Your being this patheic shell for people to be entertained while inside you can easily shut them all up. You have this new and undetermined feeling for your new boyfriend, but your too caught up in your character to actually fight for him.

Shut. Up. My fists clecnhed automatically as my mind told me all the true things. I was hiding. I am a wimp. But big question is, is how do I get out?

"Hey, Rose. Queen B!" a voice pierced through my thoughts. Darlene was holding her hip as she gave me a glare.

"What were meaning about getting out? Trying to escape finally?" Darlene asked.

"You can't do that Rose," shrilled Giselle, "You know who will come running to you. And I'll even prepare the truth just for them when they come to ask us about a girl of one of their men, who crossed our path recently."

"Yeah, dont tempt us," Brittany sneered, her pretty face burning with slight anger, "We'd tell them anything and everything."

Fear consumed me as the thought came flowing into me like a horror story of my life. 

Darlene glanched at her nails, and pointed to the field, "And now we need you to get on top of our pyramid. Now."

The other girls giggled, and I held my burning face down. Flashes of the last time they caught me, they took their anger on my mother. I let out a shaky breath as I remebered why I was hiding, so I could protect mom too. She knew all about this, but she was not as deep as I was. I went with dad to work a lot, and when I was little the people he introduced were family. Now my dad's gone, and the family  were no longer close. 

I glanced at Darlene's expecting face, and I bit the inside of my cheek before pronouncing my rightful answer.

"No."

Darlene's smug smile dropped as she took a threatening step towards me, and I masked my fear like I do everyday. My perfect plastic mask slipped on without hesistantion, as Darlene hovered close to my face.

"What do you mean no?" she screamed in my face, my ears bleeding from her overrated voice.

I held my ground, my eyes daring to look straight at her eyes. "Are you scared fearless leader?" I mocked her. Her hand came from the side and I recieved the blow with no emotion.

Darlene's face was red from unattractive anger, as the girl clustered around us to secure and hide this little moment between the most popular girls of the school. 

Sad, isn't it?

"I have no idea why your acting out. From the first day we gave you help, you obeyed and we went along and gave you the best treatment. Your hot, you hang out with us, you get the best boys as your handbag, you get protection from us and you barely have to do anything! Just do as your told and everything will be fine!" Darlene hissed in my face, waving her arms dramatically.

"You have done nothing that would help my well being and your technique of hiding was basically turning me into the most perfect and popular girl at school so you can control me like a puppet. But I follow your rules, your every command because I gave you the beans, and spilled it to you, my so called friends because I thought you would understand, and help. But not like this, never like this," I told her.

Another blow came from the opposite side, and I cringed realizing there will be briuses. "I'll hit you until you lose this...this.. nonsense! You need to be put in your place and know your masters. You need obedience," she yelled at me, as she hit me again, placing more force.

"As Ghandi said in his way.." I whispered, "you can hit me all you like and I will take it and return no violence, and if you kill me, fine. You will have my dead body but not my obedience." No blow came this time, but a shove. I fell to the field with a thump and the girls hurried away. Darlene leading them like the rightful leader she was supposed to be, before I ended up here.  (Gandhi reference, awesome man!)

It was always her, who had the title, and I was just the thing beside her.

I rolled on my back, my face beating from all the pain, but I felt nothing else. And I relaized I couldn't hear the voice that called my name or the eyes that stared into mine, before that sad Wednesday turned into nothing more but a nightmare.

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