The Fallen [writer's block]

Bonding

Song of the week: Me and My Broken Heart - Rixton

CHAPTER 17

It's been three days. I've been hiding out in my mother's house. Being destined to lead the Forgotten children is a big. I can't just make a choice right away. It's not my welfare on the line, The Forgotten children who have no one in this world, except for me. I can't make careless decisions I've made too many of those to last me a life time. If I choose to be the forgotten children's new leader I will treat them like nobody in my pack ever did. I will have so many qualities a normal wolf wouldn't have. Except all I've been asking myself is why me? Am I really capable of leading these children? The question keep running through my mind. The water beads down my back and my hand that was once massaging the shampoo into my scalp seems to have frozen in place. Lately I get caught up in my thoughts. I finish getting the lavender smelling shampoo out of my hair and I quickly turned the water off. Swiftly drying myself, I then brush my wavy hair out. My red color seems to be an even brighter red color than before, the flame red seems to shine under the artificial lighting in the bathroom. I raised my hand and felt the flat wet surface of the mirror. The foggy mirror did nothing to hide the dark circles under my eyes. My golden eyes had lost most of the emerald flecks that held light and joy. 

I need to get out of this house. I can’t do it looking like this though. There’s only so much I could do without touching make up and with that thought I walked into the closet and reach on top of some shirts for my make up bag.  It had just been sitting there collecting dust. I inspected the bright pink color and wondered how I hadn’t used it in a long time. The foundation inside was still almost new, I’d only used it three times. I took out my concealer and setting powder. My blending sponge already in my hand felt soft like I remembered. I dabbed concealer  and then I applied the foundation to my face. I set the whole look with powder, and highlighted my cheekbones. I applied my mascara, made my signature cat eye and smokey eye look. I then applied a red lipstick and clear lip gloss on top. 

I decided to leave my hair down and add some mouse at the bottom to add more texture and keep the fly aways at bay. I grabbed my Pink Floyd band muscle tank and then threw a red flannel onto. As usual I had on black jeans and black combat boots. I grabbed a cross body bag, my cell phone and my wallet. I walked out of my room, I went into my mother’s room and told her I was leaving. “About time Jessica. There’s no point you hide out in your room. You’re not solving anything.”

She was right of course. I can’t solve anything from the comfort of my room. Room wasn’t built by laying around sulking. I need to start learning about these children. I can’t rule over someone I don’t know. I need to know what I’m getting myself into and I need to show them I could be trusted if I chose to rule. I chose to run instead of using the car I’d only used twice. Rocco had given it to me when I had become a beta. He got me a 2012 Lexus LFA, I really didn’t want one but he’d given it to me without my approval. He said I need the speed and it was a very nice looking car. I loved the car but it attracted too much attention which is why I didn’t drive it around. 

My feet made crunching sounds on the grass below me. The wetness of the grass caused my dull black boots to look shiny and well- wet. There weren’t  any signs of civilization. I was then surprised when the silence around me was filled with Paramore. I look around startled and realized it was my phone. I took out my phone and looked at the caller ID and well I didn’t want to answer but I had to at some point. 

“Hey Justine. How’s your honeymoon going.”

“Hey Jessica it was going just fine until KACIE called and told me you ATTACKED CHILDREN!”

“Yeah well it wasn’t something we actually SAW coming Justine.”

“Well I wouldn’t either. What’s pissing me off is the fact I was also informed you and I have some sort of connection to these children. Why haven’t I HEARD of this BEFORE!”