See what did I tell you Spadey girl. You try to make them see you and they're going to see a harlot. A pin up girl. A wanton want.
"Shut up."
A whisper. Staring at her reflection, tourmalines narrowed on the glistening glass.
Even your presumed "friends" see it. Worthless. Nothing. Flesh. That's all you are to them. Something to be used and dismissed.
Her fingers clenched into fists, dragging into her hair until her pig tails were set into loose waves of slick black.
Tourmalines searched, locked on her reflection as her eyes moved over her reflection to find understanding. To see what so many did not.
"One day... he'll remember the moment...when I entered his life... and he'll look back upon it and know... I was the only one... that loved him."
A whisper.
"What the fvck am I saying... Dean was right. I'm nothing... but make believe. What I make them see."
She looked around the room. At everything. Just objects. Gathered collections of meaningless things.
A sound of frustration escaped her as her hands slammed down on the vanity and swiped across its surface sending the bottles of perfume and the crystal trinkets to shatter to the ground.
It was the sound that broke her and her sounds of frustration became a scream as she tore down the tapestries, ripping her clothes from the closet until the room was a disaster and she was exhausted.
Panting out quietly her eyes blazed and glistened. A raw fury turned inward.
See Spadey girl they can see it. How worthless you are. How meaningless. Who could love you. Even -he- found you unworthy to care for, to look after. Your own friends... find you as trash.
A broken sound at that and she turned around lightning fast with her hand curled into a fist.
The fist hit the glass of the mirror to send the splintered shards to explode around her.
She didn't even flinch when the glass cut across her skin.
The shirt torn off, the plaid skirt unzipped. The stockings and shoes following suit.
A simple pair of denim, an undistinguished hoodie zipped up.
Sidonie stared at the broken reflection of herself in the mirror as the first tear trembled down her cheek and a whisper as the glock was tucked into her waistband at the small of her back.
"I hate you..."
A turn away from her reflection then as she headed out. She couldn't stand to see herself any more.
"Shut up."
A whisper. Staring at her reflection, tourmalines narrowed on the glistening glass.
Even your presumed "friends" see it. Worthless. Nothing. Flesh. That's all you are to them. Something to be used and dismissed.
Her fingers clenched into fists, dragging into her hair until her pig tails were set into loose waves of slick black.
Tourmalines searched, locked on her reflection as her eyes moved over her reflection to find understanding. To see what so many did not.
"One day... he'll remember the moment...when I entered his life... and he'll look back upon it and know... I was the only one... that loved him."
A whisper.
"What the fvck am I saying... Dean was right. I'm nothing... but make believe. What I make them see."
She looked around the room. At everything. Just objects. Gathered collections of meaningless things.
A sound of frustration escaped her as her hands slammed down on the vanity and swiped across its surface sending the bottles of perfume and the crystal trinkets to shatter to the ground.
It was the sound that broke her and her sounds of frustration became a scream as she tore down the tapestries, ripping her clothes from the closet until the room was a disaster and she was exhausted.
Panting out quietly her eyes blazed and glistened. A raw fury turned inward.
See Spadey girl they can see it. How worthless you are. How meaningless. Who could love you. Even -he- found you unworthy to care for, to look after. Your own friends... find you as trash.
A broken sound at that and she turned around lightning fast with her hand curled into a fist.
The fist hit the glass of the mirror to send the splintered shards to explode around her.
She didn't even flinch when the glass cut across her skin.
The shirt torn off, the plaid skirt unzipped. The stockings and shoes following suit.
A simple pair of denim, an undistinguished hoodie zipped up.
Sidonie stared at the broken reflection of herself in the mirror as the first tear trembled down her cheek and a whisper as the glock was tucked into her waistband at the small of her back.
"I hate you..."
A turn away from her reflection then as she headed out. She couldn't stand to see herself any more.