My Dark Side

Chapter One: Amelia

A/n: Heeyyy guys! So in case you didn't know, Heterochromia is a condition which causes one of your eyes to be different from the other. There's different kinds, Google it if you'd like! Anyways, I've been obsessed with it lately and so I'm writing a story about it *duh*.

 To be honest, this story probably won't be for everyone. it's a bit different since Clarissa has "a dark side," but obviously you don't have to continue reading if you don't like the first chapter.

 I'm doing this for my own expression since I love reading and writing, therefore, I don't mind how many views I get ect ect.

If you do decide to read this, thank you. Enjoy <3

Ps: Sorry for Clar's weirdness, but this is how I imagine her. Insecure, weird, but beautiful. :)

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Clarissa

"God dammit," I said aloud, truly unaware of the volume that my voice had. "Why is it so hard for me to swallow pills?"

I'm pretty sure no one else on the face of this earth would have troubles swallowing something.

I bet I could finish a whole water bottle before swallowing this thing.

I've had to take pills my whole life, basically, for a certain condition I have.

But I hate talking about it.

No thank you.

"Clarissa?"

My head turned to the door beside me. I didn't answer; I just stared.

"You're on in ten. You better hurry up."

I nodded knowingly, and she shut the door, leaving me alone once again in the room.

I dropped the pills, I couldn't swallow them. I brushed my hair one last time; popped in my contacts and practiced my smile in the mirror.

Today was my day. Because today was the day that I would get to showcase my talent in front of some people. In front of people who could determine my future, if they thought I was good enough. And I knew I was good enough. 

I judged myself in the mirror, staring. Sometimes I wondered what other people thought of me..

But then I laughed at that, because I already knew what they thought.

I never really liked myself, to be honest.

Very slight waves were flowing down to nearly my hips. It wasn't thick, nore thin. Over the years I had wished I could get my hair cut- not much, but a little bit- only because it got super annoying and tangled. Dark brown, light brown and honey brown shades blended in to my hair. I guess, I was thankful for my hair. My eyes pierced into the mirror and back to me. I loved my eyes like this. Blue. So, so blue. My face, I guess, was exotic. Truly exotic. You couldn't find a face exactly like mine. I- along with everyone else I had ever known- never knew what to think of me. I wasn't beautiful- I wasn't society's version of pretty- but I wasn't ugly. 

After finally deciding enough was enough and coming to the conclusion that I couldn't change myself anyways- I turned around, leaning against the desk that was now behind me.

This room was truly beautiful.

Sure, it wasn't much, but it was a room. It was neat, and tidy. It had a mirror with a desk that had products on it that you could tell was expensive. It had a closet full of luxurious clothing that only the richest people had access to. Clean brown carpet was spread though out the floor. A couch sat against the south wall, beside the door, sprinkled in pink jewels. Better than what I've ever seen before, and amazing compared to what I'm used to.