Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

PREQUEL

Oh, shoot, I'm out of gel for my hair. Now how will I look presentable? This won't do. Will water hold it? It does get very curly. Oh, no no no this won't work. I look like a slacker. I'll stay home today. I won't even go to work.

But wait; I have perfect attendance! If I miss one day, that will look terrible on my reports! I can't afford a blemish! I had perfect attendance all throughout school and I was valedictorian, I've not missed a day and I'm not starting now!

Get it together, Marcel! This is not helping, you just need to think!

Maybe I could just wear a hat. Oh, who am I kidding, I look terrible in hats. I'll just comb it and coat it with water every now and then.

See, I look fine. If I just adjust my collar, I'll look, ah. Professional.

"Lookin' good, Marcel," I say to my mirror, winking at the mirror and pushing my glasses up my nose.

"You're gonna be late!" my mum yells. "Marcel!"

"I'm never late," I say, opening the bathroom door and smiling at my mother.

"You might be, if you don't get out the door now!"

"I'm never late," I repeat, kissing her cheek and grabbing my briefcase as I run out the door.

..

It's way too early. I shouldn't be awake. What time is it? Noon? Gross.

My hair is stuck to my face, my whole body is sweaty. I yawn and flip my pillow over. The guy that was here last night isn't anymore. At least he had the decency to leave a note. I'm not planning on reading it, but whatever.

My head hurts. Bad. It's throbbing, and pulsating, and anything else that sounds painful. My stomach hurts too. I feel like shit, all-around. But no matter, same routine tonight. Party, and it's Friday. Place will be packed. More oppurtunites. After I sleep. So I slept.

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"Marcel, you really need to lighten up," my coworker drones. I type away, shaking my head. Too many numbers, oh, the thrill of accounting!

"I've got payroll to do, John," I mumble, eyes never leaving the screen as my fingers click away at the keyboard.

"Come to a party with me, tonight!"

"These numbers can't crunch themselves, John."

"One night, oh, c'mon," he grins.

"No."

"Don't be lame."

"I'm not lame."

"Then come to the party."

"If I come, will you shut your mouth?" I sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

"This is what I mean, Marcel. You're twenty! Live a little! Toss that sweater vest aside and put down those glasses!"

"I can't see without my glasses, and this sweater vest is very fashionable," I say, trying not to sound hurt.

"Oh, sure. Just come to this one, you don't have to drink and you don't have to dance... god, please don't dance. You can just watch."

"Why?"

"It's fun. No harm."

"No, I have work," I shake my head.

"You work too much."

"John."

"I'll shut up if you come."

"Fine."

"Really?"

"You said you'd be quiet!"

"I will! I will. I'll send you directions." With that, he is quiet, turning around to his desk.

..

I sigh. Do I really need to go to this party? Sure, I just bought a gorgeous dress and it looks great on me. Why not?

I sigh again, and turn on the shower. If I'm gonna get fucked again, I can at least smell better than my partner. I scrub my long, red hair. Not red as in natural, red as in cherry. This month's colour. It's brown, naturally, but it's long and I like it.

I shave, carefully. Don't need to cut myself, don't wanna miss a spot.

After my hair is dried I braid it to the side, to show off the new tattoo on my upper chest, on the left of my collarbone. It's a word, "Cavatina." It's written in cursive and I like it a lot.

An hour to the party. Is it even a party? Or is it a bunch of sweaty people in one room, pressed up against each other and drinking to fill some void, avoid some story?

Wow, that was deep. I definitely need a drink. This is weird, for me. So I find the dress, it's a peachy colour with lace on draped around the outside. It tightens with a soft, light brown belt around the middle. Looks really good on me. Shows another tattoo on my shoulder, that I'm proud of, just a butterfly.

Then I do my makeup. Not too much effort, if a guy is drunk enough he'll fuck anything that lets him. Just enough to look... presentable. Then I was ready for another empty night.

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This story will be a lot like Dark, the popular Harry Fanfiction started a while ago. But not too similar. I am in no way affiliated with the author of Dark. I do admire her story, though, and it would honour me if she read this. I am very busy, so it will be a while before I can get it started. Tell me what you think :) x