After Everything I've Done

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The stadium flashed it's various colours into the sky while participants started to flood into the sets. There was still 45 minutes to go before the event even started; the place was basically full. Then again what did I expect, it was the finals...

A sigh escaped my lips before we entered the performers section. Both Katie and her opened the boxes they were carrying revealing our costumes, then as we put them on one by one Mela helped Karlie with the makeup while Angelica and her started on the others hair. Meanwhile I started going through the steps in my head in preparation for when it was our turn. I believe we were 7th out of the 10 preforming tonight so we at least had the chance to go over things properly one more time before we took our place.

Eventually it was my turn to have my hair done while the other girls chatted amongst each other. Despite what Angelica said about letting it go I still couldn't even if I did try. I still couldn't accept the fact that I was... wrong. If I even was. I couldn't get over how everything matched so perfectly but yet at the end all my hard work ended up crumbling down on top of me. It was just so confusing...

"Excuse me."

I froze for a second before turning and seeing...her.

I still didn't want to speak her name.

"I have done the others hair for the performance. So do you mind if I did yours?"

I couldn't exactly reject her offer; because then Angelica would get on my case again then the others would start asking questions to which would go down a whole other road. I couldn't bother with the trouble. "Of course..." I replied trying my best to hide the fact I didn't trust her as much as I could even stand the sight of her. But I turned away to face the mirror while she started to mess with my hair. I couldn't help but feel sick at the fact she was toughing me but I just closed my eyes and ignored it as much as I could. Until something crossed my mind.

"...Anemone. Was it?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I asked a few things." I replied more to give her no choice to instead of asking it like a question.

"I don't mind."

"What's your family like?" I immediately stated before she even ended her sentence. She paused for a moment as my dark chocolate brown strands went through her hands and the brush she was holding. "...They're alright."

"How so." I wasn't going to let her just brush over the question with a simple reply, gaining the vibe she knew I wouldn't either. "I don't talk to them anymore." She replied. "I don't like my family; it's why I live alone."

"...You live alone?"

She nodded. "I don't like my family; so as soon as I was old enough I moved away from them."

"May I ask why..."

"...Some of their traditions didn't sit well with me. So I wanted nothing to do with them and still don't." She replied bluntly; earning my silence. I didn't get the impression that she was lying to me, in fact the opposite. I didn't want to ask about her mother because then she'd ask why I was researching her family which would lead to me explaining how I thought she was the reason behind the murders; if she wasn't how bad would that make me look?

I shouldn't pry into it too much. The more things I ask the deeper I dig myself into a hole. Then her voice broke my thoughts.

"You're suspicious of me. Aren't you." I looked back at her in the mirror, though she still didn't look at me. She was focused purely on her work as she started tying in the ribbons. "I can understand why. You've looked at my family history with my mother haven't you. About how she disappeared back all those years ago after a case and a boy disappearing to?"