Perfect Imperfections

Chapter 1

Thursday, September 27th 2018
6:45 am

*Hedwig's Theme plays* (This is not the video)

"Ugh," Carmen groaned as she turned reach over her nightstand reaching for her Pixel 2XL phone. "It's Viggo's deathaversary," she sighed as she turned off her alarm.

Carmen got up from her white bed covered in white sheets and all sorts of pillows in either white or pastel pink. She made her way to her shower, stretching along the way.



She walked into the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked tired but glistened in the light, her long dark hair fell all over her face, her lips formed a pout, and the pajamas she wore consisted of a Calvin Klein sports bra and shorts. Carmen's appearance reminded her of her late twin, Viggo, they shared hair colour, skin tone, cheekbones, and freckles, but to Carmen, she always thought that they shared more physical appearances.



"I feel and look like shit," Carmen sighed still looking in the mirror. "Keep it together, Carmen. Don't let them see weakness. Hold. It. In!" She said to herself as she rumaged through the drawers underneath the sink counters and pulled a burgundy hair brush.

She brushed her hair while her fingers trembled as her eyes welled up with tears. Carmen dropped the brush as she got on her knees crying on the bathroom floor. She cried for the pain she beared for brother remained even after two years of his absence.

"It sh-should have b-been me," Carmen sobbed smashing her fists on the tiles floor "He d-didn't d-deserve t-to die!"

"No," Carmen wiped her tears and stood up looking in the mirror. "Viggo wouldn't have want me to cry for him, he would tell me that I am strong."

She looked at the tattoo on both of her forearms and on her left shoulder just under her left collarbone. A rose was placed to hide the scar underneath, the scar was from her surgery after the crash, a chunk of glass pierced it broke her ribs and almost caused her to bleed out.



She sighed as looked at the other tattoos on her forearms. Being the Potterhead she is she had the Deathly Hallows symbol and the word "always" at her right wrist and she bared the Dark Mark on her left forearm. The Dark Mark was used to hide he cutting scars.





She sighed and took off her sleepwear and hopped in the shower putting her hair in a loose bun. The hot water ran down on herself as she thought of how the day would go.

Carmen got out of the shower, pick up her clothes and went straight to her closet. The white cabinets with windows closed and filled with clothes. A changing room in a little corner with a curtain used as a covering and having to chair on either side. An island with a bouquet of roses in the middle, the drawers filled with jewelry and accessories. The clothes colour coordinated along with the shoes.

She picked our her clothes choosing a black skirt and an oversized green shirt. Putting them on she pulled out a pair of Louis Vuitton boots.





Carmen went back to the bathroom and did her eyebrows and eyes. Then applied blush, a little bit of highlight and then lip tint.



"There done," Carmen said looking impressed by her simplistic make up look and picked up her phone. "7:30! Oh cazzo!" She cussed in Italian. (Oh fuck!)