TRIGGER WARNING: S/H
"She's dangerous when she's hurt. She can easily hurt everything around her, but she doesn't. Instead, she destroys herself."
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The past few days were spent planning. I was finally able to know everything that was going on instead of Micheal making the decisions by himself.
Micheal invited basically his whole family, which I was dreading to see. I am not the biggest fan of his family. The only family of mine that was going to come were my parents and possibly my sister.
She called me this morning, saying that she would try to get on a last minute flight. Only, her job as a nurse was holding her back but it would be a nightmare to have to get ready for this traumatic day without her.
She supposedly was meant to be here an hour ago, but I still wait. Adjusting the gown on my body, checking myself in the mirror multiple times.
Why should I care how I looked? This day wasn't for me, it was for him.
"Sweetie," My mom looked at me with a sad smile as she walked through the door, a heavy thud as it closed behind her. She held a chocolate chip cookie, most likely from greeting hall.
"You look gorgeous." She said, sniffling as if crying from happiness. I would too if only I was getting married to a different person.
"Thank you,"
I gave one more glance in the mirror before the door is burst open. Bri- I mean Heather, stands at the door, a makeup caddy in her hand. I smile wide once I see her. I knew she would be here.
"I came here as fast as I could." She said, panting. "Sit down, Gia. We have a lot of work to do."
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My shoulders dropped when I met my reflection. I looked truly gorgeous. Despite the scars on my wrists, crawling up my arms. Despite the weirdest tattoos I had chosen to get when I was only a teen. Despite it all, I looked beautiful.
In the mirror, I saw Heather smile.
"Hurry up and get yourself situated. You have 10 minutes." She begins putting products, pallets, and brushes into the hot pink caddy, swatting me away to prepare myself. Mentally, I'm guessing.
The bathroom made a great space to have a panic attack. With the door locked, I leaned over the sink and held back the urge to cry.
I don't want to ruin my makeup.
My breathing is uneven, and the harder I try to calm down, the worse it gets.
The diamond earring plucked from my ear, held between two finger tips. Sharp, tempting. A physical release that would distract me from emotional pain.
More pressure, scratch harder.
Against my skin a scar is drawn, with enough pressure to release the smallest amount of blood.
"Gia!" My mother yells on the other side. "Are you ready?" Quickly the earring is pinned back in place, the wound is cleansed, and i'm out the door.
I am not ready. Not at all. But I walk out of the bathroom with at least a pinch of confidence, as that is all I had within me.
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THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT, I KNOW, BUT IT FELT NECESSARY.
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