Faking Perfection

Faking Perfection (1D)

My thoughts are free, but  my mind is not. 

 I stood there watching myself, looking at my greasy, un washed, dyed yellow hair, my red roots peaking through. Mascara was running down my face, I used the back of my hand to smear some of it off of my cheeks covered in foundation, concealer, and powder. I was hiding the real me under all of this make up and dyed hair, or was this the real me?

My hand slowly came up and my figures touched the mirror softly. I was a mess, my clothes were a bit ripped and sobbing wet. My hair wasn't perfectly straight any more and it was greasy too. My make up is every where.

I closed my eyes, my hand falling from the mirror. One last tear streaming down my face and I thought, is this who I want to be for the rest of my life? My...mom?With in that moment my hand folded into a fist and shot at the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere, in the sink, on the ground, and counter. My refection was gone but the person inside was not.

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"Aw I'm going to miss you love." My mom spoke softly as her arms opened wide. I walked closer and then I hugged her. My face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, her jet black hair was up in a messy bun and her rob smelled intoxicating.

"I love you mom." I whispered into her pale white skin. She hugged me tighter. "Don't worry, I have dad and my phone you can always call me whenever." I re insured her. Then she kissed the top of my head and I waved goodbye pulling two suit cases and a carry on with me.

"Good bye Rosandra Bellami!" My mom called out as I got lost in a crowd.

The airport was cold and clammy people rushing around and saying good bye or hello to their loved ones. I sat down nest to an over sized gentleman who was asleep in the chair next to me. My fingered lingered into my pocket, making sure I have my ticket and phone.

"Flight one eleven one way trip to California now a boarding please go to A4 to aboard" The inner con person spoke on the speaker and that was my flight out of London.

I walked passed people saying 'exuse me' but no one was kind enough to let me through.

"Hey Watch it!" some one shouted in front of me as the person behind me pushed me into him.

"S-o-rry I got-" I stopped as the tall figure turned around. The man that stood before me had tattoos and piercings covering his body.

"That's what I thought." He said then disappeared into a crowd.

"Ticket miss."

"What- oh yeah, sorry." I took the ticket out of my pocket and handed it to the lady with a blue and white suit on.

"Your seat is 7b, have a nice flight." She did a fake smile and I took the ticket and walked into the airplane.

Why do airplanes have to be so cold, I wore a tank top and jeans, not a good idea. I dragged my bags through the isle looking for 7b and I finally found it....in between the rude guy with too many tattoos and the oversized sleeping man. Perfect.

"Excuse me." I faked smiled as tattoos looked up and he rolled his eyes at me letting me through to my seat. "Oh, crap, can you be kind enough to put my bag in the cabinet." I asked tattoos. He didn't speak, just took my bag and stood up. His black v-neck rose a little and I saw even more tattoos on his chest. Then he sat back down and I looked away.

"Thanks." I mumbled. Yet again.....silence.

After about 10 minuets into the flight I fell asleep, its a 5 hour flight I am defiantly catching up on sleep.