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"Me and the bitch inside me"
She was a taller version of Dita von Teese, a much taller sexier and blonder improved version.
She had a porcelain doll face and a natural blush, so delicate. Her long and thick eyelashes covered her eyes, so blue they could actually belong to an animal. She had obviously had a nose job, no human on earth could have such a perfect nose, oh and the way she moved it; you'd think it was Elizabeth Montgomery herself! Her long silky hair barely covered her bare shoulders and under those lose strands was a bloody red rose tattoo. It was the perfect size, not too big but big enough to make people heads turn.
She was -as Bella called her- the beautiful blonde bitch that haunted her dreams.
It wasn't that Bella was a lesbian, she constantly reminded her mother that that was not the reason why she didn't have any grandchildren yet. It was that her mind had created an alterego of herself. This alterego was nothing at all like Isabella Swan. She was strong, fearless, a bit egomaniatic and emotionless.
Oh and did i mentioned she owned a motorbike? She was everything Bella wasn't. The reincarnation of Aphrodite herself.
The dreams had started on her senior year of high school, and it was the same one everytime.
Rose -named over the years by Bella in honor of her tattoo- did something so unlike-her: she cried. But she did not have a major breakdown, Rose never did that. She only shed one single tear and then bam! She was the same again. The same cold look plastered on her face. No sadness, no nothing. Like she was empty. Like she was made of plastic: a beautiful Barbie doll.
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While I prepared breakfast for my dad, he talked about how many fish he had caught much much earlier that day. He always tried to convince me to go with him, but I'm not a morning person. I liked to spend my mornings sleeping soundly like every normal person.
~What the hell are you doing?
I turned to look at my dad. Nope, he didn't say a thing. Whatever, it must be the hangover fairy talking.
~You're damn right. It is the hangover, but I'm not exactly a fairy,love.
"Dad did you say anything?" I asked a bit confused "Huh?" was all he said with his eyes stuck on the TV screen
~He didn´t say anything, you idiot. I did. What the hell do you think you are doing?
Umh… I'm cooking?
~Oh honey that is so 1950's
And how would you know?
~Bitch, I know everything! Hell, if you knew what I know you'd pee your pants.
I think I'm peeing my pants anyway. Who the hell are you?
~I'm the ghost of Christmas past… wait that's another story isn't it? Oh well… I'm… How do I tell you this?
Way to go know-it-all
~Hey Einstein, you're burning your eggs
What? Oh crap!
~lucky me… I'm stuck with an airhead
Rose!
~AHA! I guess you do know my name! You liar!
I'd recognize that attitude anywhere. Hou did you get in my head?
~Honey with the space in here I think I could even fit a hot tub. Besides, I've been here all along…
Ok… so I guess you are like my conscience?
~Not exactly… let me put it like this… I'm like vomit; I get here every fucking time you get hammered
Oh… umh ok… care to tell me what are you doing here?
~Oh I'll tell you… after you puke…
What? I am not going to-
Oh hell
~This is going to be a long ride…
Excuses excuses... who wants to hear them all? noone? I thought so... *sigh*
forgive me? :)
