I know its been about two weeks since I last updated. But who cares? No one reads this…
Anyways, Colorado was fun! But cold. Very very cold.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own dgm
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It was a few minutes after I awoke from my slumber that I realized that Kanda had gone. No trace of him anywhere. I didn't know what to expect. He was busy, or so I suspected, he couldn't just stay around and talk. I didn't think that she would come to my room to look for him though.
"Kanda!" Lenalee, or who I suspected to be her, burst through my door. She looked around for a few seconds and spotted me. "Oh, its just you. I can't believe someone like you could steal Kanda from someone like me." She scowled. "You're not even that pretty. I don't know what he sees in you." She walked closer to my bed. "You're hair, its all white. Ugh. What is wrong with you?" She reminded me of Mother, everything about her. What she wore, how she talked, everything.
"Are you stupid? Talk! Have you seen Yuu? I'm looking for him, he told me he had to talk to me about something. Probably about changing his mind about marrying you." My stomach sunk. She flicked her fingers at me.
I didn't say anything. Who was this person to think she was so much more superior than me? I didn't see anything about her that was particularly striking. Okay that was a lie. Everything about her was striking. I couldn't see why Kanda would choose me over her. She had a perfect body, just like him, her entire face was perfect, just like his, her hair was perfect, just like him. Her entire being was perfect. Even the aura she gave off was pure perfection. They would have made a perfect match. Looking at her now made my relationship with him completely dysfunctional.
"Lenalee." I managed to croak before she turned her head to walk away. "Why do you hate me?"
She looked surprised. "Oh? You speak. Even your voice is ugly." She sniffed and walked away. Her response caught me off guard, she was snobby, but I didn't thin she was that snobby. I was slightly hurt by her words. I couldn't retort because I knew she was better than me, looks wise. I just watched her walk out the door, at that time, I wasn't sure about Kanda again. What did he see in me that she didn't have? I tried to picture myself. I really couldn't just get up and look in a mirror because I'm still injured, so I just tried to picture.
Blue gray eyes.
Pale white skin.
Short, skinny form.
Spindly arms and legs.
White hair.
Cursed arm.
Cursed.
I didn't want to think of what I looked like. I didn't care, I knew I was ugly, I knew it! Even if Kanda told me I was beautiful a million times. I still knew. I just wanted someone to tell me the truth. Not that people didn't already do so, I wanted them to do it in a nice way. But that wouldn't be possible, everything I want is so complicated! I didn't want to be like this. I want to be pretty! I want to be like Lenalee! I want to be beautiful and smart and dazzling! And have every part of my existence be striking! I wanted to be perfection, I wanted to be created so beautifully that God would be proud of his creation.
But that isn't me.
That just isn't me. I'm not the beautiful one that everyone envies, with the perfect face and perfect smile. I didn't have the perfect hair that blew perfectly in the wind. I didn't have the perfect eyes that people just couldn't stop staring at.
All I had was the curse that people couldn't get over. The strange star over my cursed eye, the strange cursed arm, strange, strange, strange, everything about me was strange. No one even knew I existed until two weeks before now. No one knew that I was even a human being. Who was Elizabeth and Mana Walker's daughter? Did she die during birth? Was she kidnapped? Who was she? Where is she? No one cared after that. They thought I just died, they thought I just disappeared. And so I did. I did disappear.
Until now.
"Miss Alice Walker!" A reporter burst into my room. "What kind of things did your Mother do to you to make you want to run away?" Another reporter came in, they just started to file in one at a time, with their cameras and microphones. "Why did you try and commit suicide?" "Why were you kept in confinement until now?" "Is it true that you are cursed because of an old story?" "Did your parents hurt you as a child?" "Did your parents let you out of their home as a desperate cry for attention?"
Millions of questions were asked at me all at once. Some I had never even heard of. I had never tried to commit suicide. My parents never did anything to hurt me! There were so many people here it was suffocating. Why weren't the nurses coming to get them out? Why were they here in the first place? Who were they? What did they want from me? I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to hear myself think. It was just so loud in here! Suddenly, I was lifted into the air, my eyes flew open. It was Kanda. I could barely hear him when he said. "Lets go." I quickly nodded as he carried me out of the room, with the paparazzi following closely behind. "God, I hate those shitty photographers. They're so fucking annoying!" He growled once we were about a foot away from the nasty tabloid-writers. It wasn't very far, but it was a start. He ran, or walked quickly mind you, to his car. It was a sleek black porche. I raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry Kanda, as much as I would like to go run away with you, I'm still an ever sick patient with a broken, ow!" I winced as he plopped my down in the passenger seat. "Hey! That hurt you idiot!"
He ran to the other side and got in the car. "Shut up, we've got pursuers hot on our trail, do you think I care?"
"The nasty tabloid-writers?" I asked turning around to look at the latter.
"No, Lenalee's bunch."
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I am so sorry! I told you this one would be better.
And longer.
But I lied!
T_T
I wish it was longer.
But I guess it doesn't matter…since it's the people in my head reading this.
~byrdie