Mission: destroy the fuckboy ( under major editing )

Mirror mirror on my wall

" drop the gun iris you know you can't do this baby.." he said with a soft tone that was too menacing even for him
He took a few steps closer

" I am warning you -
( shot gun heard )
Don't inch any closer or I swear I will shoot you blank !" I screamed for him to stay away but he wasn't one to give in for threats especially ones given by me

" there's no need for this iris I know your little game now hand in the fucking gun before I start losing my temper " he said extending his arm to me

" no !" I yelled and pulled the trigger terrified of what would happen if he took the gun but after a second I realized he wasn't the one being shot ... it was me?

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"Iris!...iris!..iris??..."
She took the steps up to the cellar feeling both a déjà-vu and worried...she opened the door and as expected she saw the crazy brunette with her Harry Potter like glasses with paint all over her and hair drenched in color she looked like a rainbow in a very dark space like she didn't belong there she belongs In fairyland with unicorns and fairies..
She sighed when she realized how familiar she was with this scene and walked towards the brunette drenched in color trying to wake her up she bagged her shoulder trying not to get herself covered with paint as well

" what!..let me sleep...." she mumbled gaining conscious when she realized that she slept while painting and that her hair is drenched with color and that she almost has paint on every inch of her and that she overslept and mostly that she painted the same girl again ..

" okay okay I'll wake up just let me get ready ok??" She said standing on her feet
And yawning seeing the blonde middle aged lady leave the room she made her way to her bathroom she sighed at the comforting feeling of warm water running on her skin as she sniffed her caramel scented shampoo ..
she looked at her once was soft silky beautiful skin that now feels like rocks burns all over her body making her cringe and scars on her arms and legs scratches everywhere from her neck down to her body she got out of the shower....
and she brushed her hair after blow drying it and as usual she styled it in space puns
she then wore what she always wears a vintage skirt and a sweater and in case you're wondering yes she is your typical art hoe but she's not your average girl at all she's filthy rich her parents are the best in the world ..but she's got one little scar that ruined everything..
who am I kidding it's no little scar it's a big life ruining scar that she wished she never had it's not like she was born with it and it's not like she just woke up with it

either every scar has a story and every story is different but all they see is the big scar on her face it's sad that no one knows how her hazel eyes spark in the light cause no one even looks twice at her she looked at the mirror feeling defeated like her reflection is trying to get on her nerves
so as usual instead of looking at the mirror she looked at the wall full of paintings and as usual sighed when she realized for the millionth time she painted the same mysterious girl over and over again ..
That girl was so beautiful and every time she looked at her she saw her reflection in her like she was trapped inside of her trying to break free but she couldn't....
She held her kan kan back bag and head to the door before being stopped by her nanny mrs Hawkins which she calls nana

" iris dear are you gonna leave without eating anything you've been so fragile and pale lately " nana said

" you know I don't want to eat anything nana .." iris said

" oh dear please at least take an apple with you !" Nana insisted

" ok.." iris said

Nana then gave her an apple before waving her goodbye ..and sighing knowing that she won't eat the apple like every time ..