The Girl Behind The Lens | S.M. (Discontinued)

Part 14- True Colors

"You know me not the type of guy to stick around, to do the time"

-Shawn Mendes, "Strings"
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I shift uncomfortably on the bed, since every small movement makes my whole body scream in pain.

The night was horrible. Every time I needed to move, the pain became more and more powerful but I had to avoid the screams and squeals, since my sister sleeps in the next room and my mom sleeps across the hall.

I see the sun going up slowly, the sky in orange and pink shades. Pretty view for a bad day. I slowly stand up and walk to my door and lock it. Then, I walk to my dresser. I take out what I am going to wear, checking that it doesn't show any of my body bruises.

When I checked, they are all dark purple with a touch of brown and red. Scary. The ones in my face are more purple with a touch of brown, that makes the facial makeup work hard.

I finally find something I can wear, that being a black tank top that says "Don't Call Me Baby" with light gray jeans and a black leather jacket on top. I walk to my bed and put on my brown combat boots. I decide what to do with my hair and end up put my hair in a messy ponytail since I am too lazy. Now starts the long process.

"Luna! We are going to the bakery!" Isabelle shouts and tries to open the door but notices it's locked.

"I'll go later. Woke up late as you can see" I said, speaking the truth.

"Feeling sick" I said and coughed to make it believable.

"Okay, see ya at the bakery" she said and I hear the footsteps drift off away. She is so oblivious.

Thank God mom picked her up yesterday. I can't let Isabelle know about this, so I need to stop picking her up after school from now on. I'll talk to mom later.

So, back to business.

I take out my makeup pouch and take out the bottle of concealer and open it to dap the small brush on the affected areas. Then, I take out the bottle of foundation and use the pink-colored blender and pass it on top of the concealer. It managed to cover most of it but I can still see the outlines. I add lipstick to my lips, to block the cut on the lower lip. Just in case, I need to have a story.

A believable story.

I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth while I think. I fell while cleaning the fan? Nah, everyone knows I don't clean for fun. Fell down the stairs? Shit, there are no stairs here. Wait I have it! The best thing I have come up with yet.

I finished brushing and commence my plan.

I grab my desk chair and roll it into the bathroom. This may look crazy but trust me on this. I pick it up and drop it hard, just so loud that Shawn can probably hear it from his room.

"Ouch!" I shout and moan in pain, to make it more believable.

My story is that I fell on the shower, and basically no one will question how or why, because it will be very awkward to explain.

I put the chair back and take one last look at my room, making sure no evidence is left behind. I forgot.

I go to the washing machine and see the clothes inside, intact and clean. I take it up and put it inside a plastic bag. I shove it into my book bag, so that I won't forget to give it back to Shawn.