Prove Me Wrong

Part Thirty

Riley's POV

*Flash Forward - Unknown period of time later*

My heels clack against the floor as I approach the tall building of Michelle's book reading. I tug the hem of my skirt and look down upon my outfit.

I wore four inch wedged heels, a shade of blue somewhere between royal and dark that covered all of my foot up to the ankle. My dress is a blue, tight fitting dress that came down mid thigh. A single strap held the dress up, attached to the dress on the right side, and going over the opposite shoulder.

I wore tens of bracelets on both hands, in a desperate attempt to hide the fresh scars on my bony wrists. Ever since I left, my depression made a grand entrance, much worse than the first one. Every time I looked in the mirror, all I saw was imperfection. A waste of space. I am nothing.

Of course, the reviews and magazines all beg to differ, but they don't know me. It's just someone reviewing what I show them. You can manipulate that.

I walk over towards the door and see Kelsey sitting outside, smoking a cigarette. I wave at her, and she sneers, looking away from me.

"It's been a while Kelsey!" I say, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, whose fault was that?" She grumbles, rolling her eyes.

"You know I had to leave." I remind her and Kelsey shakes her head.

"Lies. You had a choice, and you fucking know it! There is always a choice!" She half screams, before tossing her cigarette at me, pain shooting through my arm. I shriek, and toss the cigarette on the ground, examining the burn.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I cry out and Kelsey shrugs.

"I was done with it. Michelle's happier now that you're gone," Kelsey stands up to walk away, but stops momentarily. "Oh, by the way, Michelle only invited you because she pities you."

Kelsey slowly walks away, leaving me alone again, more broken then I came.

*Present day* 

My shoe starts to vibrate, and I pull out the sole, quickly picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I say eagerly, and I can imagine Michelle smiling.

"Hey, I'm here Riley," She tells me, and I use everything I have to restrain from crying out loud in happiness.

"Do you need me to let you in?" I ask, and she laughs.

"Just open your bedroom door," She tells me and I comply, watching Michelle silently close the door to get in.

"Michelle!" I scream-whisper, and she smiles widely as she hugs me.

"Oh my god, Riley, you have no idea how scared I was," We stand in the hallway, embracing while I wait for Michelle to see my neckpiece. "What's this?"

"It's a weapon, of a sort. If I leave the apartment it goes off," I explain, and Michelle walks behind me, analyzing it.

"Oh I can get this off easy," Michelle wiggles a lock picking tool inside the key hole at the nape of my neck. I hear a click, and she removes it. "There! Perfect! Now let's get out of here!"

"Wait, I need something to wear," I tell her and she looks at my outfit. I wore Daisy Dukes, and a tie up plaid belly shirt three sizes too small with only two buttons, making my cleavage pop.

"What the hell? Where are your clothes?" Michelle asks and I shrug. "Put this on." Michelle hands me her sweatshirt, long enough on me that it covers enough to go outside.

"Perfect. Let's go now!" I smile, and the two of us, hand in hand, run out into the night.

Sorry I haven't written in like, 30,000 years. I went out of town, and I know I keep on having these long time periods sans-new parts, but I swear, I'm ending those.

I was what I like to call lazy busy. Which means that you have things to do a medium amount of time, and the rest of it you want to sit and not talk to people or do anything productive.

Don't get me wrong, I have been legitimately busy, but I usually write during time that would be lazy busy time, or when I shouldn't write, eg. class or two in the morning.

I'm seriously addicted to music. Can you imagine an AA for that?

"Hi, my name is Sarah, and I listen to Marianas Trench every hour of the day."

"Oh my god me too! I'm listening to Fallout!"

"Fallout is the greatest song that ever existed. Let's be honest here, we're all here to hear about new bands," *nods of agreement* "Now, it's time to talk about your opinion on the impossible would your rather question of would you rather be a VS model or date one. DISCUSS!"

I think I have issues. But I can't be the only one who can't ever have the same answer to that question for more than twenty seconds, right?

Haha! By the time I posted this I was back home. But I'm too lazy to delete the paragraph there.

But for now, enjoy! Like and comment as well. You know the drill!