Like Gold (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

Dear Sianna,

Darling, we are all mad. Some of us just hide it and make ourselves look normal. But what is normal? I'm sure I'll never know. Why be something you’re not? Remember when you said that. You claimed I wasn't a monster and needed to stop acting as if I was. Your hair was down which was the first time I'd ever seen it.

Then, I kissed you. I think I knew you would change me, better me. Like an editor to a writing that was filled with grammar mistakes. But that day was when I accepted I wasn't unable of feelings and knew I would love you until my last breath.

I want to thank you for everything you have done. You saved me, loved me and gave me faith. I only fight this terror everyday for you. Without you I'd be dead, you are my reason to live.

I remembered being scared of the way you made me feel and the way I was changing; the way you pushed me out of my comfort zone and made me vulnerable. I didn't realize the day I ran into the woods what would happen. In all honesty I regret nothing.

Can you shine bright and lead me to the end of this fathomless seeming tunnel?

Your One and Only,

L.M

*****

Like Gold

Chapter Two

She thanked the waitress walking to her table her silver heels clacking against the floor. She looked around the crowded room; some were talking, others laughing, eating, drinking and dancing. Soft music played and when she went to sit down she saw him; James Clark. His blonde hair was gelled back and he suited a black and white tuxedo, a bow tie settling at the top. He looked over at her grinning like had just one another million dollars. He walked over to her as she tried to get lost in crowd but then he grabbed her arm.

"Well, hello," he breathed looking down at her body.

She ripped her arm away from his grasp. "Bye."

"You sure do look familiar." He told her.

What an idiot. She didn't have much make up on. She admitted it she look good but she'd prefer being herself then wearing a dress that could get caught on her uncomfortable heals if you walked one wrong step.

"That's interesting." She said dully.

"Who are you? I'd recognize a gorgeous face like yours anywhere."

She almost laughed. "The names Gabriella,"

It was one of the few times she used her name. She'd rather him not know it was her. She did look the same other than the couple of inches and her attire. He was one of her many misery causing idiots in middle school but in high school he didn't notice her luckily.

"Well, Gabriella would you like to dance?" He grinned widely handing his hand out.

"I'll pass." Her words made his grin fall, pure utter rejection.

She wondered what he would do if she had said that it was her, the freak. That guaranteed to bruise his ego even more but she didn't she simply walked away leaving him.

She went to an older woman dressed in a blood red dress. "Excuse me ma'am. Do you know where the restroom is?"

The lady smiled. "Second floor, second to last door on the right,"

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome dear," the lady smiled before jumping back into her conversation.