Koda's Thoughts
I got up in the morning black. Black inside, black outside; especially as I slid the dress over my half tattooed skin. It had a sleeve on my right arm, but exposed flesh at my collarbone and shoulder on my other side. It was a very pretty dress that displayed my body with class and taste without being incredibly inappropriate. It was like a wedding dress the flared out around the hips, except it was black and completely the opposite of marriage happiness.
The dark feelings only got deeper into me like seeping poison when I finished getting ready. I slid a black charm bracelet over my inked wrist and saw the Cyborg designs all the way up. I put on the several earrings I bought, did my make-up, and finally stood there, staring at myself.
I looked like a regular funeral attendee; black attire, saddened expression. My skin was tan-what of it wasn't covered by the dress or inked flesh- my eyes were dark with the eyeliner and eyeshadow. The stitches stuck out like they always did. I sighed and grabbed the netted veil I had before stepping out of my room to go great the rest of my colleagues.
It was a little hard tackling the steep stairs in my heels because I don't wear heels often, but I took things nice and slow. I heard my dress hit the stairs a second after I leave them. Finally, the tiled floor clicked as I made it to the end.
In front of me were five gorgeous men dressed like I was, just in tuxedos. Each one of then held a flower; Jer had a daisy, Bryan had a sunflower, Mikey held a yellow rose. Jesse had a very beautiful dyed, purple rose while Zach held both a glistening red rose and a tiger lily. He approached me, holding the red one out with his guitarist fingers.
" We went and picked all these flowers this morning for you."
I smiled at him before embracing him in a hug then going around and doing the same to everyone else.
"Thank you guys so much." I said as I took them all into memory. "It means more than you know."
We all walked to the door, Jesse filing in beside me. I looked up at him, his gentle smile while he rubbed my side.
"It's gonna be okay." he whispered before kissing my temple. I nodded; my vocal chords sour with the black poison.
As we got into the Tahoe, one thought kept ringing over and over again in my mind.
Anything. Anything to make it go away.
ANYTHING.
