Darkness

Just Sympathy

I was giddy with excitement. My arm was being bandaged by a grumpy looking nurse. She was muttering the whole time about silly teenagers interrupting her lunch breaks and something else about her wages. I didn't care. I was going to the disco with Marchel. This was a dream come true. Literally. I had dreamed about this for years. The nurse said something else about a possible hairline fracture and that I should probably call my mum. I agreed. I practically skipped out of the office and into the car. "Luce, honey this is the second time you've come home early this week!" Mum said. My stomach dropped. "Oh," I mumbled, "Um about the grounding Mum..." I Began.
"No Luce..."
"But mum Marchel ask me to go with him,"
"Who's Mar..."
I interrupted, "The guy I've liked since forever! Do you ever listen?" Recognition spread over Mum's defiant expression. She agreed, giggling like a little girl. I rolled my eyes. As I ran into my room to get ready, it dawned on me. I didn't have a costume. I scrambled around my room frantically, looking for something, anything nightmarish. I found some black clothes and a red, curly wig. This should do. As I looked excitedly into the mirror my face fell. This was a disaster. Only one person could fix this.

Sam's POV

"Oh. Um okay," I stammered in reply to Luce's question. I hung up and looked in dismay at myself. Staring at my ruffled, short hair and half finished makeup. I was going to go as a death eater™. I even had a fake tattoo on my arm. I had dabbed black face paint around one eye. I wonder if Luce will have fun with Marchel. The thought of her smiling lightened my mood slightly. I started on my other eye.

"Finally you're here!" Luce raced around her room, throwing different items of clothing this way and that. Her worry over practically nothing was adorable. I couldn't help but smile. "Sam! Why are you smiling? Chop chop make me pretty. Oh but I don't want to be a vampire." She looked at me with her furious stare. Her hair was still in the fishtail braid I had put it in earlier, now hardly recognisable. The words 'You're already pretty' were on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed them, instead rolling my eyes and holding up my sister's Halloween costume, A ghoul,  from last year. She'd look amazing in this. "You won't look to bad in this." She looked at me doubtfully but after slipping it on and looking in the mirror she smiled hopefully. "Do I look okay?" She asked. I took a sharp breath in. She was beautiful. I had straightened her long hair and helped pin the short, black dress to her size. "Yeah," I breathed, "Pretty," She sat gently on her bed and patted the spot beside her. I grinned. I had been on her bed so many times. Although this time felt different. I couldn't quite pick it. Maybe it was the costumes. She asked me nervously what she should say when Marchel came. Of course she was thinking about Marchel. I shrugged, looking at the doona. Her hand touched mine. I froze. Did she do it on purpose? Her hand was still there. I looked up. Her eyes were full of sympathy. "Sam..." That's it, just sympathy. I quickly got up and muttered about not wanting to be here when her date arrives. When I ran outside, tears were already budding in my eyes.