diary of a living dead girl

men and men

The clock on the wall ticked. Echoing louder then anything. The seconds feeling like minutes as the class sat in collective silence. A few staring at the clock. Waiting. The minute hand finally moved, changing the time. Collectively everyone got up, packing up their things and heading out. The teacher said nothing as the poured out. Among the crowd was a drained raven haired woman. She dragged her feet through the halls, scrapping her brown heeled shoes on the ground. Zig zagging passed other people not paying attention to their surroundings or silently daring her to bump into them. 

She made her way to the schools auditorium. Pushing the back door open she walked up the three steps leading to the stage. The room was mostly empty, only stage crew hanging around. Checking up on the sets. The stress of the release date clear on their faces. She walked passed them, letting them be as she made her way to the open stage. Walking passed the blue curtain she was halted. Stopping when she spotted her enemy and her supposed boyfriend. They were arguing quietly on stage. Something Claire never was. She tilted her head watching as the man pointed at her in an accusing way. The girls lip quivered as she looked away from him. The only word Lydia caught was the man saying 'fault'. He turned to walk away from her. Angerly storming off, stomping his feet as he did. He lightened his mood when he saw the goth. Running a hand over his blond locks. "Hey baby" he greeted her. 

She glared at him "Drop dead, rapist" she pushed by him. Walking to her enemy. The woman had walked to the edge of the stage. Sitting down on it and dangling her feet off the edge. The goth slowed her walk, stepping into the others space. She sat down, getting Claire's attention. The blond opening her eyes wide as she took in the sight of her enemy. "Like what do you want" she asked. Her sweet voice shaking. She clenched her hands, trying to hold it back. "Just to talk, you know you don't have to chase a man like that" the goth began. Getting a cruel snort from the woman. "Right like I chase him, men like come to me. Not the other way around" she bit down, baring her teeth. "Right so that wasn't a classic narcissistic move back there. Blaming you for everything and taking non of the responsibility himself. Making you feel like your the one that needs to apologize then running off so you'll go looking for him and gravel till he forgives you" Lydia told in detail. The woman stared at her as her lip quivered, her face turning pink with the need to cry. 

"Shut up you like don't know like anything. Besides if something was like wrong I wouldn't tell you about it" she crossed her arms and stuck up her nose. "That last point fair. Then how about I talk and you listen" the goth shrugged. "Once upon a time there was a shiny blond woman with an obsession's for pink ek. A powerful woman who knew what she wanted out of her high school experience. Popularity, enough smarts to pass. The most popular boy to hang on her arm. A boy who was everyone's teen dream, perfect looks, the best at sports, and charming. She would walk the halls holding all these titles. Squashing anyone who threatened the world she built. Including a glamorous goth who resembled Elvira mistress of the dark" she placed a hand on her chest, presenting herself. The woman gave an annoyed giggle. 

"She had it all including a land slide vote for prom queen. I won't go there" she warned. "But time went on and she was no longer a high schooler. Now she was working on talking another world. Getting an education to dominate whatever field she wanted. Her life changing from social status to work status. And no one was there to tell her about the change. To show her she had changed and didn't need the things she had in high school. No one was there to tell her that the prince charming she held for status was dragging her down now. Making her vulnerable and troubled instead of strong and encouraged. The blond needs no one, she is a source of power all her own and if no one treats her with the respect she deserves they are wasting her time" she finished. Looking the girl over with a hard gaze. Claire looked away from her, not wanting to show her any emotion. The goth forced a smile, even if the other couldn't see it.