Liz Whats Wrong With You?

Mine..Mine..Mine

It's done my lovelies. Enjoy but before you read ahead I hope you know I gave myself MAJOR feels. It was such a long wait till I got to this chapter. Please comment. I'd love it if you did. I worked extra extra extra hard on this. Thanks. Now on with the show or whatever. ~ Taylor

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I sat isolated at a makeup table. Nobody else was in the room. Nobody else did my makeup or hair. Nobody but me, the pickier one walking the isle today. I leaned in closer, the bright lights almost blinding but mesmerizing at the same time and reminding me of the Vegas lights of last night. Memories of the party flooded my mind in a jumble of crazy action. At some point I had ended up drunk calling Alex while crying and texting him unpleasant things I later regretted but had an excuse for. That dang Biz Leirsack. She's so feisty when intoxicated.

I brushed a faint shade of powder pink onto my cheeks and glossed my lips before setting back to examine my work. My hair was in pin curls, framing my face in perfect ringlets. The darker purple of my eyeshadow complimented the purple band around my waist. My dress was strapless, puffing out at the hips and coming to my feet. Hunters was strapless also but it wasn't a chaotic bunch of lacy fabric. It was more satin and clingier with a pink band hugging her midsection.

We had decided on white and pink flowers but purple curtains and tablecloths. We would carry candles inside glass cylinder things with flower petals in water instead of just a handful of flowers. Darcy and Braylee would be the flower girls and Andy wanted to walk me down the isle in place of our deceased father. I looked up at my fragile, flawless face and in that moment everything changed. I felt dizzy, almost like I wasn't even there. Like I was floating in the air and looking down upon myself. My slender, pale self. Then something unusual happened. I went into a daydream state.

'I was walking down the isle, a smile placed on my face. I heard a chorus of birds chirping, bees buzzing by. Hunter and Harry stood side by side at the altar then there was Alex. Golden hair shining, signature grin on his face. I felt Andy interlock his hand in mine and smiled bigger. He wanted me to know it was okay. But it wasn't.

My eyes closed for a split second. One whole second. A regretted decision. I opened them and my smile faded quickly. The roses were wilted, drooping over the vases pitifully. The benches weren't their original warm white. They were a sinister black. Andy was gone. Hunter and Harry weren't waiting for me at the end of the isle. The people sitting down had their heads bowed like they were praying only nothing came out. I had stopped by that point, eyeing them, wanting them to be praying or whispering some God awful rumor that was obviously a lie. Anything but the silence filling my head.

I looked up, searching for Alex and he was there, holding out a hand for me to take hold to. I was so close. Almost to my love before blood seeped off of him until he was no more than a pool of blood running down the steps. Before I allowed my long awaited cry for help to brush over my lips I was welcomed with a face of pure hate and bitterness. Ray demonically smiled at me and an unearthly groan left my glossed lips before I dropped to the ground on my knees, screaming loudly.

All of those people, every single last one of them turned to face me. They looked like dolls. cracked faces, snow white complexion and candy red lips. Their cheeks stained an odd pink and colorful glassy eyes rolling into focus on me. Terror shot through me and all I did was watch as Ray descended the steps toward where I sat. He towered above me, grinning before he stretched his arms out and I found myself being hoisted up and over his shoulder. I kicked and yelled but they merely giggled at my frantic attempts to escape, softly gossiping amongst themselves.

"You make a pathetic bride my love. What's worst is if I would have knocked you up you would've made a horrible, worthless mother." Ray chuckled.