Look At Me

four - young adult

"She was a good woman, devoted her life to Mallory Layton, her famous daughter who has prospered just like what her mother would have wanted." The priest grimaces and looks slowly towards Mallory who is seated in the front pew. Her legs are crossed over each other and she is clad in a tight black cocktail dress which she bought just for this event and would later discard since clothes should only be worn once, in her luxurious world.

Little did the priest know her mother's soul broke into infinite amount of pieces each year and each time Mallory would defy and argue with her. Death was what her mother wanted for a long time, maybe not for herself, but nevertheless, death is death.

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"Oh this is so depressing!" Mallory cried dramatically in front of the hoards of fans that swarmed at the gates of the church. Their arms twisting and fingers wiggling out towards her beyond the black gates. Cameras were flashing, bright lights intermittently shining on her made up face. "Help me guys help me!" She exclaimed walking up to the fence and holding hands with her fans, they latched on for dear life; screaming with joy and shock. They couldn't believe they were touching the 'suicidal star', she's a legend in their minds.

Each finger Mallory caressed and paper she signed her signature, the energy drove up her arm and filled her cavernous chest, poor Mallory realised after weeks alone she couldn't produce her own, she concluded that like a robot, she really had no emotions, but could only use others as her own. Social media was perfect for her, and lucky she got so many fans.

Mallory pulled her phone out and took a selfie next to her mother's casket exiting out of the doors of the church; underneath, four of her mother's relatives lamented their loss and had deep hatred for Mallory; they wished she were killed at birth.

As soon as she posted the photo all her fans felt their devices buzz in their pockets, in sync, they hauled out their phones and liked her picture. All their innocent and ignorant faces were lit up by the screen's illuminance. They were sucked into worshiping this unstable women, but no one is the wiser. Mallory's grandmother pricked up her ears at the synchronised chime of the phones. As she looked over at Mallory her arm was raising for yet another selfie, and in this old woman's chest her heart fluttered vigorously fuelled by her hidden anger. She ran out from under the casket which fell to the ground with a hollow thud.

Everyone gasped and fainted when Mallory's mother's corpse fell limp onto the ground. Her arms uncrossed from her sallow chest as the crepey skin that wrapped her buckled fingers lay frozen in the air. The world became still, everyone stood there in shock, but for her grandmother who had flung herself onto Mallory's body. They both swung to the ground, like trees being chopped in the forest, the grandmother screamed at the empty woman whose eyes enlarged in shock.

"You selfish bitch! You killed her!" Her grandmother wheezed with all she had. Mallory face twisted in disgust as two of her bodyguards began to pull the old woman away.

"She is evil! You should have been killed! Child of Satan!" The insults entered Mallory's ears and fed the anger inside of her. She leapt out toward the protesting senior who was entangled in buff arms covered in tattoos. Mallory swung her pampered fist back and drew it into the woman's frail cheek bones. Before impact the world stood still, heaviness thread itself through the atmosphere. A slight crack burst through the thick ambience and the women gasped and collapsed. The air knocked out of her, her spirit decided to follow.

Mallory puffed, chest heaving up and down, upper lip upturned, staring at was once a person now a pile of liver-spotted stained skin and wispy grey hair.