Melu

A quick peek in the mirror reveals my seemingly perfect face. The finely crafted porcelin doll Mama got me for Christmas when I was so small has more flaws then I do. Physical ones at least. She had no personality to be flawed with being shy or afraid of the slightest thing.... Mice, spiders, my own shadow... I am completely against old fasioned gender rolls which makes it all the more unbearable how easily scared I am...
Papa says it is wonderful to be ladylike and a femanist. He jokingly said he wished my mother had more of the ladylike qualities. The very thought of her reaction to that sets a smile onto my face.
I silently thank God for my perfect features. It makes this ballet recital more bearable to not have to worry about my appearance. That and the fact that Papa will be there. So many people, including Mama, get forgotten or he cannot make time for them because of his business, but he hasn't failed me yet.
"Melu...?"
I turn to Paulette. Perhaps her physical appearance isn't a match for my own, but her grace on the stage makes me feel all the more insecure. I can only be glad she has such a kind heart. Otherwise I am afraid I would have quit ballet some time ago and gone into hiding. I know what she wants. Its time to go out. In front of all those people...
'Just find Papa and you'll do fine...' I reassure myself.
Perfection on the stage is so evident, but my uneasiness isn't gone, only masked. Every face out there looks the same to me... Not one of them Papa's.
This'll be the first time he breaks a promise to me... Maybe I did something wrong...? But I can't think of anything that would make him angry enough to break a promise.

Finally, done with that stupid recital... I cannot stand it! Father actually let me down! If he had just been late, perhaps I would understand. Or if he had sent someone from his corperation I would as well... But to have no word...? That fool! He just can't do that... Can't abandon me...
'He is not going to be around forever, you must depend on yourself sometimes...' My mind reasons. I could care less though. I only want to find out just what posessed him to do this.
My car speeds through town, screeching to a halt in front of my dad's building.
I storm into the building, casting dark looks to anyone who dares to say hello. Sure they mean no harm, but I am in no mood to be friendly with them.
As I approach fathers office one of his ruder employees rams into me. His dark hair stands out against the mostly light haired residents of the area, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses and his apology is just as flawed as his manners. Definetly an American.
"Watch where you are going!" I snap, at the poor fool. Glancing back to the office he was coming from I snap again, completely forgetting my manners. "Is my father still there?"
His face falters only slightly and he nods. Tipping his hat slightly he turns to leave. How my father could have hired such a moron is beyond me, but then again Papa is a good judge of character. He didn't seem so terrible. Although his more then slightly appealing features didn't make up for that odd scent he carried with him. How the stench would affect me I don't know and don't care. Cannot let that mans pretty face distract me from being angry with Papa.

I clamp a hand over my own mouth to stifle a scream as I jerk back into conscienceness. The stench of the office, more specifically my fathers blood and a recently fired gun, turning my stomach even now, seven years later. I glare at the walls of my darkened room, casually crushing a spider that crawled up the one nearest to me.
A spider... Only a spider... Killed humans so that thing means nothing. Just haven't found the right human yet...
That American is my only target... Everything else is mearly in obstacle blocking me. Not for long though...