heaven was wrong // fillie

makeover?

this is completely degrading.
these beady little eyes where staring at me.
they pointed out every feature and flaw.
i just want this to be over already.

these pink and blue, almost fairy like creatures, swarmed around me. they almost looked like bibble from that one barbie movie but, that's besides the point.

"disgusting" one of them scoffed as they lifted my lips with two of there tiny fingers to look at my teeth. former smokers aren't exactly known for there oral hygiene. i couldn't blame them for thinking they were absolutely disgusting.

"hmmm high cheek bones, strong jaw" another one said as it lifted my jaw and examined it. finally, a compliment.

"these nails are horrid." one seemly gaged as they held up one of my hands. i hadn't been to a nail salon in years. i could never afford it.

"oh and this hair ugh" one came up behind me and lifted the ends of my sun dried hair up. i usually had it up and out of the way. i suppose it was due for a good wash.

"ok ok ok!" i flicked the little creatures off of me. "can you stop examining me and just get on with the make over?" i pouted as they backed off.

"right right" one said hastily as they wheeled over a large cart. the four small wheels that supported it squeaked against the marble floors. "we do not want to keep the master waiting." it winked at me.

"that's what you call finn? master? you really answer to that guy?" i asked the 4 of them as they slipped off my shoes and placed them on the floor next to where i sat.

"indeed we do" one answered me as they all scattered to my feet and hands. they wiped them down with hot towels before soaking my nails in even hotter water.

"why? the only authority i've ever seen him have is being called head angel." i figured they would spill way more than finn ever would. i had to pick those tiny brains a bit.

"well, every angel of high ranking get some form of helper." they replied in unison as they scrubbed my limbs. "he chose us. 4 little drops of heaven. the purest kind of helpers. only the highest ranked angels can get there hands on us."

"wow you guys are pretty special then huh?" i replied numbly as they placed nude colored acrylics on each one of my nails. they pressed down with all there force to get them to stick.

"oh yes very, we have a special bond with master wolfhard. much like the one he has with you, mistress millie." this one was the talker, it definitely had the most personality out of the ones in this odd bunch. and even they called me mistress. i kinda like i.

"how so?" i wanted to know more about this 'bond' that finn and i had. it was endearing to say the least. they placed a glossy finish on the nails before putting they under LED lights.

"when master finn found us, we had to be binded. we are always with him, you just can't always see us. that's why you'll sometimes catch him seemingly talking to himself." it giggled at that. "he keep records of every mistress he's ever had and what they've done" my heart jumped at that. i had to ask them about what happened to him in the past. those scars i saw, they hurt me. i couldn't get them out of my head.

"which mistress hurt him?" i asked almost immediately. i sat up in the chair they had put me in. they pushed me back into it. i gripped the ends of it, digging my nails into the exterior.

"hurt him?" they seemed almost confused. they were playing dumb.

"i know you know what i'm talking about." i said seriously. i had to know. "i am your mistress now and i have the right to know what has happened to my guardian."

"there are no records of any mistress hurting master finn in our data base. my sincerest apologizes mistress millie." i blinked at it. he erased all memories of her, didnt he. that sly fox. why would he do that? it looks like i was going to have to ask him directly after all. no matter how much i didn't want to.

i stayed silent for the time being. they went on to scrub my teeth. they put some kind of black substance on them to 'whiten' them. it seemed to work just fine. they then went on to deep conditioning my hair. they put this hair mask on it to make it appear shiny and healthy. they put me in this pink dress thing. i've always hated pink. i didn't really have a choice ether way. they swept some highlight and blush onto my cheeks. they then applied mascara and a light brown eye shadow.

they held up a mirror to my face, i didn't even recognize myself. i haven't seen my hair curled in years and i never had enough money to buy makeup. i looked like a completely different person. i liked it. a lot.

"time to see master finn" they smirked at me as they pushed me through a large, glass door.

i tripped through the door. damn heels. i had never learned how to walk in them.

finns back was to me. he seemed to be writing something down on that little clipboard of his. i tapped my heeled foot on the ground to grab his attention. he looked up for a moment, looking at me with the corner of his eye.

he turned to face me and his jaw almost dropped. i just stood there, totally abashed. no one has ever looked at me the way he was right now. i don't know how to feel.

"stunning..." he mumbled under his breath. i didn't think he knew i heard him. i looked down at my feet, flustered.

"s-so mistress," he scrambled to say, "are you ready?" he asked trying to sound cool.

i stepped towards him. "ready for what? and where'd that cocky attitude go?" i winked at him. he obviously couldn't handle it. a small amount of redness appeared on his face. he composed himself quickly. he cleared his throat.

that cocky expression returned to his face. " are you ready to meet your maker, miss brown?"