Out Of Control

IIChpt.2II

"The deepest scars are made by the most loved..."

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I wake up earlier than I usually do to get ready for my spoiled younger sister, Jen. I jump out of bed and take a shower.
I let the warm, water roll off my body and fall down the drain.

My thoughts seem to melt away, as the shower engulfs me in the warm steam.
The warmth is like a drug. You get addicted, and never seem to want to give it up.

Soon enough though, reality will kick in and you will go back to your same old everyday life.
The same life.
The one where you're constantly competing with someone you're supposed to 'Love'.
The life where you feel not good enough.
The life where you seem to disappoint everyone you meet.
Or when you only seem to find the people that disappoint you.

I finally get out of the shower, and grab my pure white towel which then pick out my clothes. I picked a white colored dress, that flowed longer towards the back. The dress was very floral, and had many intricate designs in it. This was the dress I bought for prom, but ended up not going. I never went to prom because: 1. I was never asked. 2. I just didn't care that much. 3. Who needs to go with someone when you have your friends anyway?

I put on the smooth, creamy foundation which had glided over my skin like silk.  I use the concealer where the places were demanded. I put the highlighter on my cheek bones, which could be seen from a mile away. I never use blush, because it looked unsightly on my skin. I don't usually mess with eye shadow, unless it's a special occasion and today seemed to be the one. I glide the shimmery shadow over my eyelids, and take my eyeliner and line the top lid. I move on, and put on a darkish nude lip.

I look myself in the mirror, and frown. Why is she so much prettier than me? Why so much more popular? Why so much more loved? I just go with it and put a fake smile on my face. I start walking back to my room to go get my phone and I overhear a conversation between my dad and my sister.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart!" I hear my dad telling my sister. "Happy birthday to my favorite!" 

She mumbles something back incoherent. I feel my heart throb. I feel the tears swell in my eyes.
My whole body seems to shut down and wants to never come back. 
I run as fast as I can to my room to grab my shoes, keys, and phone. I rush out the door, making sure I don't cry and not ruin my makeup. I jump in the car, and speed off.

I go to my safe place.
The cafe.
Nobody knows where it is besides me.
Not my friends.
Or family.
Just me.

I rush to the cafe, and I know the owners fairly well so I rush to my usual spot.
I nod at the waiter and he gets the memo I want to be alone.
I take out my phone and text Adira.

Practically my only friend.
Most of the time I'm in my own world, but when she's around we're in the imaginary world together. I pull up her contact to call her, but then someone slides into the booth with me.

"Hey, darling." A man's voice says to me.

"Leave!" I shout, not daring to look up from the staring gaze at my phone.

"Calm your ass down." The man says to me, and you finally look up to see who it is. 
You recognize that it's what I think as Grant.

"Hey, Grant." I say to him, but he makes an annoyed face at me.

"Oh my God, I'm not Grant." the mysterious man tells me, "I'm his twin brother, Lark."

"Ohhh- You were the one who knocked me over!" You say in realization, by putting two and two together.

"Yeah. My brother made me come over and say sorry. So there, said and done." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets, but then takes them out again and smirks.

Lark grabs my phone and runs towards the back exit of the diner.

"Hey!" I scream towards Lark, but it's pointless. I start to dash after him, and I see him slightly turn his head and I see no smile whatsoever.
He runs out the door, and I start trying to run faster. 
I see him run towards a big tree, and he starts to climb it.
Lark climbs high enough to where I can't reach him.

"Come down right now!" I vociferated at him.

"How about.. No," He says rudely towards me.

I'm not entirely sure what he's doing, but it looks like he's going through my phone. He then tossed my phone back, and It fumbles around in my hand before I entirely catch it.

I inspect my phone to check if he'd done anything to my phone. Don't blame me, but my phone is my child :P.

I don't see anything strange, so I stuff my phone back in my pocket.

"Bye, darling." He says to me and walks away.

What the actual fuck just happened?