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Chapter 2: Pink Fire
Dear Lust,
Why do you have to be so irrelevant? Why is it necessary for you to completely and totally blind so many people? You are thought to be love, but you are just a cheap illusion that I will never buy into. I hope you grow up one day, because you keep making me feel like a disaster.
Pink. The dresses had to be pink. It didn't matter if I hated the color pink, or if it was the most unflattering on my hips, all that mattered was her happiness. I never got a say in anything anymore. All that she could think about was herself and him of course.
I took a long hard look in the mirror at my dark almost black hair. Dissatisfaction overwhelmed me, so I decided to look away and forget about how about one hundred people would see me. I figured it wasn't too relevant, it would only take an hour maximum.
The door burst open to my left and there she stood, the woman who made my life miserable - my mother. This wasn't exactly what a typical teenage girl dreamed about - seeing her mother with a veil covering her brown eyes that had obvious tears streamed down her face. She pulled my body up to hers and forcibly shook it.
"What if he gets cold feet?" her voice quavered. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and remark with something sarcastic as her eyes frantically scanned across the room with anticipation. It felt pointless to try and encourage her with words at this point.
She paced. She paced rather rapidly in high heels. I could hear her murmuring swears under her breath as she finally came to some conclusion in her head.
"I've got it!" she said with her index finger to the ceiling. "Maybe it's really me with cold feet and not him. Maybe this is all a psychological trick!"
"Good grief." I said with a sigh. "You over think too much mom, just walk down the aisle when the organ starts."
She made no response. Instead she left my dressing quarters, which gave back the much needed space she took up. Tiredly, I sat down in the chair with a groan. The two and a half inch pink shoes were giving my feet painful blisters.
A feeble knock came from the door, flustered I pushed myself off the chair and hurriedly made my way toward it. With a quick pull, I opened it to find two women whom were the other bridesmaids. I nodded my head curtly at them before allowing them to come in. One was rather stout with a round face and full figure, and the pink seemed to suit her well. While the other woman stood tall and elegant, but her looks were nothing too overpowering.
"Yes?" I asked courteously.
"We have come to inform you that you need to hurry. The event starts in less than thirty minutes and you have not even put the earrings in. Come on young child, we don't have time to waste, don't you want to see your mother be wed." the short woman stated in a rash and harsh town.
"Yes, of course." stammered. My hands grazed over the small vanity to search for the elusive pink earrings, but to no avail did I find them. I looked with not only my hands, but my eyes as well soon after. "They've gone missing."
"Well, forget about it. We've wasted too much time as it is. Come now, let's go." the elegant woman said as her hand gently guided me out of the dressing room.
We walked as fast as my shoes permitted me to, which was equivalent to the speed of a turtle. After we made our way down an intricate set of stairways, I found we were outside of a tall building and headed towards a limousine.
The limousine was an older style. It was decent on the outside, but on the inside it smelled of mold. I felt it was some radical excuse for my mothers wedding to look like it was something extravagant or exquisite, when really it was rather outdated.
With five minutes until the ceremony started, we arrived at the chapel. Just as our driver began to stop I saw rain drops pitter pattering on the window. The rain must have distorted the drivers vision because all I felt was my body slamming forward and all I heard was glass breaking.
"Go on! Hurry and get out!" My driver yelled at us in anger.
I opened the door and all I felt was my hair being covered with water. The smell of hairspray filled the air as us three bridesmaids feverishly ran up the chapel's stairs with all our might. The elegant woman pulled on the doors and we scurried in like rats looking for cheese.
My mother's eyes fell upon me and she frowned. She first examined my hair and tried to fix it and when she began with adjusting my dress, the cues went off and I was rendered no choice but to walk down the aisle with my appearance rather shaggy.
I ignored all the eyes and walked straight on. I took my place where the maid of honor was supposed to rightfully stand. My patience began to wear thin as it consumed more time for the other person's involved in the wedding to walk down than my mother. A stray hair fell from my messy hair-do and I sloppily pushed it aside with my hand.
Then, I looked at him. The man who my mother somehow fell in love with. His hair shone with natural blonde highlights and his eyes were so incredibly blue that they could pierce you in the heart. My body slightly shivered at the thought and I forced myself to look away from a man who I told my mother I hated.
The infamous wedding music played and my eyes finally had something of value to look at. My mother started her walk down the aisle in a slow fashion as her three foot trail dragged more than she did. I watched her, looking at all the precise stitches in her hand woven dream dress as she smiled up at me.
Her smile must have done something to distort her coordination. Not a second later, she tripped on the front of her dress and she fell face forward on a rather rough carpet. Two of the spectators went to her side eagerly and helped her back up. Her faced flushed with a deep shade of red as she finished her way up to the alter.
The preacher stood waiting along with the rest of the people for my mom to get completely settled. Once this happened, he gently cleared his throat so he could speak the vows.
All weddings are generally the same during the vows. Normal people don't listen to vows, which is of course why I paid more attention to my throbbing feet and how much I wanted to burn the pink shoes immediately after they left the chapel. My ears picked up something about sickness and health before the infamous line of, "You may kiss the bride" brought a smile to my face. However, I'm quite certain it wasn't because of the actual marriage.
In the final moments, they had to light the unity candle, well, together. I watched as he tried to take more dominance over lighting it. My mother didn't fail to notice this either, and instead of being passive, she pushed his candle off of the wax. The force of the push allowed his fingers to mistakenly release the candle and land on a curtain that read, "Lamb of God."
The civilians scrambled out of the building like chickens with no heads. I watched in slight amusement at my mother's wedding of perfection torn into total chaos. A part of me felt somewhat sad that she could not enjoy it, but everything else in my being was jumping for joy as I ripped off the pink shoes.
The wedding couldn't have been any better.
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A/N: Ahhh, so...I'm just a little impatient and I already have this chapter typed up. So please tell me what you think of it. Positive reviews keep me writing! BTW: I'm on chapter 12 of 14 soooooo, this story should be done by the end of September, I'd say.