The Billion Dollar Dress

[Chapter 7] Important Speeches and Messy Heads

[7] Important Speeches and Messy Heads

 Lea's POV        (poorly edited)

 It has always hard for me in public places. Even before the medication and the earliest appearances of Crazy-Lea. There were just too many people, usually cramped into a small room. I've gotten so used to not being aloud to go out to public parties and such that I was quite shocked yesterday when my mother told me I'd need to attend a speech my father was making.

 Thats how I ended up here, in a room that seems all to cramped with people to me, trying to put on a polite smile.

It has been a week since the last time I took my medication. I feel good. I hope my parents won't see any of the signs, but I think I'm strong enough to hide them.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying hard to control myself from doubling over my knees in front of all these people. I was hearing the voices again. They were nagging in the back of my brain, leaving unnecessary comments here and there, waiting for me to snap at them.

Yeah Lea, snap at your own voices, which are inside your own head.

A groan of frustration left my lips, and I quickly clamp my mouth shut. The lady sitting closest to me turns and gives me a strange look.

Usually, I would have made an excuse and booked it to the restroom, but this time that was nearly impossible. I am blocked left and right by other bodies, all of whom have their attention on a man speaking into the microphone on the stage. Id have to scoot around so many people to escape, but it would hardly be worth it.

I feel completely trapped. Unfortunately, this is not a new feeling for me. Whenever this sort of thing happens, I could almost always find a way to escape.

My emotions conflict inside me. To stay and listen to her father give his speech ( a speech that is very, very important to him and the rest of my family, but was also quite long), or I could find some way, any way, to leave.

Yes, leave. Disappoint your father and the rest of your family like you always do.

No, I tell myself. I will not leave. I will not let myself be weak.

But you are weak.

I am strong. My head is clearer than clear and I am strong. Strong and firm, like a mountain that will not sway or bow down to the sun or the moon.

“And now, we have speaking the owner of this great company, Mr. Sommers,” a voice that I didn't recognize spoke from the stage, and I clapped my hands along with everyone else as my father walked up to the stage.

It doesn't surprise me that the crowd parts for him like the Red Sea; after all, he is the owner of the Sommers Incorporated. My father deals in a business that involving building restaurants all around the globe. I am supposed to inherit the company when I get older.

I am quite happy for my father, seeing as this is an important day for him. This party has been planned for, number one, his speech (which will most likely be plastered in the newspapers tomorrow), and number two, to celebrate him opening up his 200th restaurant.

I don't bother listening as my father continues his speech. I don't think I could've paid any attention anyway, my brain is going haywire.

Leave? Don t leave? I cant think straight. Stay? Or not?

My parents will know if I leave then they'll ask questions then I'll have to lie then they'll get suspicious and they'll watch me more and everything I've worked for will all go to hell.

IcantleavebutIneedtoandifIdontImightscreambutifIdotheywillknow-

My head is a mess. Everything feels like an out of focus camera lens.

I

cant

find

my

voice

in

my

own

head.

I cant see whats in front of me or what is going on around me.

I look down at my lap. It takes me a second to realize what I'm seeing. My whole left leg is covered in red. Its blood. It has soaked through my light blue dress.

Blackness is creeping in on the edges of my vision. I almost panic. This can definitely not happen, not now. I have to get out of this room and find some air that I can actually breathe and that my lungs will accept.

My heart is pumping fast. No matter how hard I try, I cant control my breathing.

I wonder if anybody else is even noticing how much pain I'm in. How can they not see the ever-growing stain of blood seeping through my dress? No one can see you, Crazy-Lea.

I remember the movie Titanic, and the scene where Rose was about to jump off the ship. She said something about how it felt like she was in a roomful of people, screaming at the top of her lungs, and no body could hear her. I feel exactly that way right now.

They don't hear you, or see you, or listen to you. You might as well be invisible. Or dead.

I'm shaking in my seat. I am visibly trembling and I hope I'm not worrying or upsetting the people near me.

All I can hear is a shrill voice screaming. 

My body is falling and my stomach is dropping and I feel beyond light headed and the floor is suddenly in my face and everything is turning red and black, red

        black

red

        bla-

update! love you all bunches! waiting for keri so yeah. Vote, comment, etc :) XOXO jess BTW I havent written in Jace's POV in a while, sorry about that. I'll get to it, I'm just in love with Lea's POV <3