You'll Be The Death Of Me

Violet

I've known Madison Montgomery for four days, and already she has invited me to a frat party and come to my house to help me get ready.

"Madison?" I question, once opening the front door.

She looks stunning; even more than when I first met her. Madison is dressed in a pastel pink, short dress which shows a lot of cleavage, about six inch white heels (!) and her bleach blonde hair is straight, her eyelashes long and curved and her lips lined with a bright red lipstick.

"Yes, bitch, you know my name. Let me in?" Madison says, rolling her eyes and shoving past.

I scoff, rolling my own eyes and shut the door.

"Why are you here?" I ask as I follow her up the stairs to my room; as if I was the fucking guest.

"To help you get ready. I'm not letting you go to some trashy frat party in skinny jeans and a baggy top. You need to look trashy and stunning." She explains, wandering in and out of a few rooms until she finds mine, me following slowly behind her.

"So... like you?" I ask, starring at her huge guchi bag. Why does she need such a big bag? What the fuck does she put in there; dead bodies?

"Exactly." She finally faces me after flicking vaguely through my dull wardrobe full of dull clothes.

She grins.

"Well I don't own anything trashy. You've seen my wardrobe; bright... pastel colours aren't my shit. I'm dark and I am definitely not wearing something like... whatever you're wearing." I look disapprovingly at her outfit. I don't care about too much cleavage or too much legs; it's just not my style.

"We'll see about that." Madison winks and dumps her bag on my bed, reaching in and pulling out a short, simple but gorgeous black dress, which she hangs on the outside of my wardrobe so I can take a good look at it.

"Wow." I mutter, my fingers trailing over the dark material.

"See? It's totz you. It's dark and decent. Well... yeah, it's short but I don't give a shit if you don't like stuff like that; you're wearing it."

Looks like I don't have a choice.

I put the dress on, and return to the bedroom where Madison makes me turn around to see "if it makes my ass look good".

She nods. "Great. You look pretty; not me pretty, but pretty."

I roll my eyes. "Charming."

"Now make-up, bitch." She claps her hands and pours out tonnes of make-up.

I mean tonnes.

*

Madison has been dabbing at my face for half an hour now, with make-up that looks foreign to me. I don't wear make-up usually; if you couldn't tell.

She clicks a lid off of an object which looks like a pen and descends the sharp tip to wards my eyes.

"Shit fuck!" I yell and jump out of my seat, only to be gripped by Madison's sharp fake nails and shoved back down.

"Sit still, shitface. Don't you want to be pretty?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT AND WHY DO YOU WANT TO DRAW ON MY EYE?" I yell, my eyes starring at the sharp tip of the pen in terror.

"It's eyeliner you freak! Now shut the fuck up and let me wing your fucking eyes. Jesus fucking christ."

I flinch as I feel a wet liquid being drawn on my closed eyelid.

"You shouldn't use his name in vain." I say, half kidding seeing as I'm not religious and I myself use his name in vain. Whatever; I'm random.

"Shut up you dweeb." Madison mutters.

I'm surprised she hasn't grown sick of me in the past hour. People like Madison just don't hang out with people like me.

"Alright, I'm done." Madison clicks the lid onto the eyeliner and waits for me to survey the results.

My eyelids are blended with sparkly silver, pearl-grey and black colours, my eyelashes coated in mascara and the black eyeliner bold and elegant. My cheeks are slightly contoured to give off an illusion of a cheekbone shadow, and the apples of my cheeks are a vague pink. My lips are pigmented with dark purple, and my hair is smooth and straight.

"So, you like?" Madison says, ruffling up her hair and spraying some musky fragranced perfume on her neck.

"I like." I whisper.

In the whole seventeen years I've been alive, I've never once felt beautiful. No matter what my Mum, or my Dad, or even when I met Tate; anything positive they said about me never sunk in, so I never felt what they said. But now, looking at the dark beautiful creature in the mirror; I do feel beautiful. And I don't care if that sounds stuck-up; it feels good saying it.

I feel beautiful.... I am beautiful.

It's no wonder why Madison is so vain.