I wake up to the sound of welcome to the black parade G noting me. I let out a shriek as I fall off my bed. "ABIGAIL, YOU ANNOYING CUNT!" I yell to my little sister since I know she's listening through my door. She laughs as she opens the door. "Good morning Ariel. How's life now that you've been tRiGgErEd." She said while poking my side.
"I don't know. I'm about to turn eighteen in.... exactly 2 hours and then I'll be engaged to a man whom I have never met." I say with a little bit of venom in my words. Not directed to Abigail, but to the situation.
"I get it." She replied sadly. I love my little sister with everything in me, we're like best friends and we love pranking each other.
"Today's prank was a bit uncalled for, don't ya think abby?" I looked over to her when I heard her giggle fill the room.
"Ya know, I'm gonna miss pranking you, ari" she said sadly, her laughter dying down quickly. Thoughts of me not being able to see her again flashed through my head, which brought tears to my eyes, threatening to fall.
"I'll miss you more, shithead. Believe me." I said laughing as a couple tears fell. "Let's watch the office."
We sat in silence while watching Michael call Dwight an ignorant slut. Why me? Why do I have to leave my family to marry a guy I don't know? This is bullshit.
-timeskip two hours ahead-
"ARIEL! I HOPE YOU ALREADY PACKED YOUR BAGS! THEY'LL BE HERE IN AN HOUR" My mother screamed up the stairs to me. I let out a sigh. The part I was dreading. I slowly made my way to my already packed suitcase to look for an outfit.
I decided to pretty much say the biggest fuck you to my Christian parents and dress head to toe in black, chains, and pentacles. I make my way to the bathroom to shower and contemplate toaster bath.
I left school a week before my birthday, leaving my friends and my bandmates. I've never even had a boyfriend, how the fuck do I become a wife?!
I grab my coconut scented shampoo and scrub it into my scalp while letting the hot water beads fall down my back. After I rinse out the shampoo, I rub conditioner through my hair. My hair is a nightmare to me. It's too thick to manage and my mother doesn't allow us to cut our hair. I hope my fiance will let me get my hair cut and thinned.
After my shower, I brush my teeth, gargle with mouthwash, and put on deodorant. I check my phone to see the time and realize that I just had a fourty minute shower. Leaving me twenty minutes to get dressed, fix my hair, and do my makeup.
Slightly panicking, I put on my black a-line skater skirt over my pentacle fishnets and put on my distressed black crop top. I slide my combat boots on and head towards my backpack for my Warm Vanilla Sugar body spray and my pack of camel crush.
I start to do my makeup in the bathroom, starting with a black smokey eye and heavy eyeliner. I slide the black lipstick across my lips and exchange my black snakebites for my silver ones.
I spray my body with the comforting perfume and put a cigarette between my lips, reaching for my lighter on my bathroom counter . Lighting the cigarette, I breathe in the toxic smoke feeling better already.
I walk out of my room with my lit cigarette sitting between my blackened lips. "Ariel, how nice of you to join us." My mother says.
fuck.
I'll do another chapter within a week . I love you all my beautiful bb's😘😘
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Love like war.-Emerson Barrett-
Fanfikcethis is probably gonna suck.. I've been sEaRcHiNg for an Emerson barrett arranged marriage fanfic... if you don't like it, leave. It won't hurt my feelings. I curse a lot. Her name is pronounced (ah-ree-el)