All Because Of Him

nineteen.

"Ugh!" I groaned to myself. I've been looking through my closet for the past hour trying to find something to wear for this stupid party. It's not like I have any fancy clothes to choose from, I've never been to anything like this before. I looked around and came to the realization that my room was a total disaster. I had clothes everywhere, and the mess started to stress me out even more.

"Everything okay in here?" I heard Amy say as she walked into my room, eyes scanning the mess on the floor.

"I don't have anything to wear to the party." I huff, and sit on my bed.

Normally, me not finding an outfit to wear wouldn't stress me out, but since I know Aiden is going to be there I have to look good. I've been trying to not think about what happened between us at his party, but the feeling of guilt hasn't left my body. As of right now, I'd do anything to get him back.

"I didn't realize you were going."

"Yeah well, Natalie's a hard person to say no to." I say.

"I might have something for you to wear." Amy says, and disappears from my room.

I looked beside me, and there was the dress I wore to my 14th birthday party resting on a pile on my bed. I picked it up, and memories of that night flooded through my mind. I remember how happy both my parents were. The thought seems so silly now, getting excited over a birthday that seems meaningless now. That was before everything happened. My fingers brushed against the fabric, and I smiled at the thought of those happy memories.

"Here it is." Amy's voice interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see her holding a red satin-like dress that had spaghetti straps and a V sweeped neckline.

It was beautiful. I stared at the dress in admiration, I had no idea Amy would have anything like this. It didn't seem like her style.

"Try it on." Amy said, cutting me out of my trance. I looked at her hesitantly before getting up and taking the dress from her. I walked into the bathroom, quickly slipped the dress on and walked out to show her.

"Oh wow." She started at me up and down, and brought her hands to her mouth in shock. "You look... beautiful." She said and I smiled. The dress was perfect, it was tight fitted and ended right below my knees, so it wasn't too short for the auction.

"Thank you. Where'd you get this?" I asked.

"I made it." She answered and my jaw dropped in shock. "Believe it or not, I wore that to the masquerade party years ago."

"What? I had no idea you've gone." I said. She's never said anything about her going before, I'm surprised she never mentioned anything.

"It seems like forever ago." She said, "My mother actually picked out her own dress. She told me I wasn't allowed to wear something so provocative as what the other girls were wearing. So, I made my own. Changed outfits the minute I left the house."

"I had no idea you knew how to sew."

"It's a lost talent of mine." Amy said, and guided me to the mirror in my room. I watched as she smiled at my reflection, she seemed so happy that it actually brought tears to her eyes.

"Amy," I groaned.

"I'm sorry," she laughed, and wiped her eyes quickly. "You just look so much like her."

Her words stung, and I lowered my eyes slowly, focusing on my hands.

"Want to know a secret?" I asked, and looked at her reflection in the mirror in front of me.

"I miss her." I said. "I know I should hate her, after what she did to me I have so many reasons to. But, I miss her. All the time-everyday."

I've never actually said those words out loud, that I missed her. I always just kept my emotions bottled in about her.

"You've been great," I begin, "Seriously, I don't even know where I would be without you, but-"

"I know, I know," Amy interrupted, bringing her hands to the side of my arms and squeezing them gently, "In moments like these, you want your mom."

The words hit me harder than expected because of how true they were. I've missed out on many mother-daughter moments, but it's the little ones that hurt the most. I wipe the tear falling from my cheek, and sigh at the thought of how ridiculous I was being.

I'm okay. I tell myself, at least I have Amy.

"Oh shit," I said, turning around to face her, "Does this dress happen to come with a mask?"