Darling

Chapter 19 - You?

“Ali, I am really not sure about this.” I sighed, shrieking slightly as she ripped off the long wax strip from my leg. I am not getting used to this. “Stop whining.” Ali commented.

I was lying on my bed, in green sweatshirt shorts and a white dress. My hair was in a loose bun high on my head, and Ali was by my legs waxing them to perfection. Being my always tired self, has left me lazy in the shaving department and Ali’s mum is a beautician who has shown Ali most things.

My eyebrows were waxed to perfection, as were my underarms and now both of my legs. “There. Wasn’t so hard was it.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

The one thing I love about Ali, is she’s acting normal. She is not like everyone else who is crying over my illness, she doesn’t say how thin I look, or how pale. She doesn’t tell me she will help with the funeral or how much she will miss me. She is still acting like my best friend. The girl who tomorrow is going wedding dress shopping with me, the girl who is dragging me to a party, the girl who is the bestest friend a person could ever ask for.

Colby was in my wardrobe trying to find something to fit me, and Carlisle was downstairs with Jack. Ali and Mr Sayer is just weird, but they are cute. Elizabeth’s words came back to me, I did wonder who she meant, but I didn't want to push her.

Sitting up against the pillows, Ali began doing my makeup. Adding colour to my cheeks, and using eyeliner to make my eyes pop. She then began to blow dry my hair with a rounded brush making the ends of my thin hair curl. I felt like a princess being pampered.

Colby had an outfit laid out and I was worried. It was from her own collection, as she is a size thinner than me. Well, than I was. It was a cream dress, three quarter length sleeves and a skater skirt that stopped just over half way down your thighs. A pair of new black tights will cover my legs but we were wondering about shoes.

Having the dress on, and my hair curled I felt pretty once again. I wasn’t the normal sick girl, with a pale complexion and greasy hair. The dress was loose fitting, even in its size six, so Colby added a thin black belt with a gold metal bow at the front to pull it in. The tights were thick in order to keep me warm.

Trying on all the different shoes, I would of loved to wore heels but I couldn’t find my balance with my thin legs. Seeing them now in the mirror, I never realised how thin they wore. I had sticks for legs. We decided on black leather brogues, they had a heel but it was a block. I wore them practically every school day last year so they are worn in to the max, and the only shoes I had balance in.

A thin chain was around my neck with a heart on from mum, and I think I look presentable. The blusher made me look like I wasn’t as ill, the pink defined my cheek bones and tried to hide the hollowness. Dark red lipstick covered my lips, and black liquid eyeliner made my eyes bold.

Ali was dressed in a skin tight black dress, wearing black heels and Colby wasn’t joining us. Her ‘high school days are over’ as she says.

Going downstairs, I instantly began to feel drained. No. I need to go out. I haven’t left the walls of this house for nearly two months. That’s ridiculous.

Carlisle was dressed in his usual suit, but today without a tie and the top two buttons undone, he was edible. Jack was dressed in jeans and a shirt.

“So, you are dropping us off and having fun with whatever you are doing. No strip clubs. Then we will call you when you we need you!” Ali clapped her hands together in enthusiasm, her halo of blonde hair bounced with her jumping.

Carlisle, Jack and Freddy were going for a drink in the bar around the corner. Letting Ali and I experience the perks and falls of teens in this era. Jack shook his head a smirk on his face, and Carlisle’s gaze never tore from me.