She despised mornings. The exhaustion that coated her eyes despite the generous hours of sleep coerced her to shut her eyes for five minutes more. She battled with herself, anxiety winning over as she sat up and slipped off her bed.
Her eyes dropped to the floor, trying to look for the blood she remembered flowing under her bed.
The bucket was still there.
She ignored it. It would be better if she didn't confirm her suspicions. No need to ruin the morning. She smoothed her sheets and blanket.
Her mother had introduced her to manifestation. Telling her that she carried too much negative energy and needed to get rid of it thus, she was introduced to manifestation, something that she found bluntly ridiculous. Her mother assured her that she would feel better when she practised. It would take time but after three weeks, if she let her mind connect to the universe, she would be an entirely different person enjoying the positive aspects of life.
"It's all in the mind." Her mother would say. "Attract positive energy and for that to happen you have to think of good things, speak of good things."
Yn didn't reject it. Willingly, at the same time reluctantly, she tried it one day only for that to be one of the worst days of her entire life. Her mother introduced her to journaling that day or script manifestation, whatever you will call it. And since then, her mind was less cluttered–nothing significant as she would have hoped.
She stared at her round mirror that sat at the front of her room, wide as her bed. Every morning, she would tell herself:
"I am beautiful."
No, you're not. A small voice would disagree.
"I am confident."
Definitely not.
"I am amazing in every way possible."
You have lied to yourself long enough. What is amazing about you? What do you have to offer? What is interesting about you? No one finds you interesting. Proof? You have no friends. What is amazing about you? Are you sincerely happy with who you are?
"I am..." a shaky breath. "...Happy." She summed up a smile, smiling at the bitch in the mirror that frowned at her. "I am .... fine and happy."
"I am going to have a great day today." She looked away. She couldn't remember the last time she saw her own reflection. It was always her...
Blonde hair, in contrast to her own wine hued one. Blue eyes pierced her hazel ones, and the spiteful smile overshadowed her own meek one.
She walked to her closet and grabbed her uniform. Something to note that made her tingle was that her skirt was ten centimetres shorter than her other below-the-knee-length skirt. This one sat perfectly above her knees, teasing her lower thighs. She felt confident. Even if the feeling was small, a twinge, she appreciated it. Hey, the manifestations were working.
She stood before her mirror, a smile tugging at her lips as her palms pressed at the contours of her uniform. Black socks that were folded below her shin, above her ankles. A high waist royal blue skirt with thin, grey, vertical lines that frilled at the bottom in neat, folded rectangles before caging her waist at the top. Her white short-sleeved blouse was beneath a navy-blue, woollen sweater that loosely hugged her frame. A navy-blue striped tie peeked out from the 'V' her sweater.
"Fuck you!" She lifted both middle fingers. "You are that bad-ass bitch today... Bitch."
The girl in the mirror frowned. Wanted to spit on her.
YOU ARE READING
NOT THE MAIN PROTAGONIST|Kth
FanfictionHe was curious. Always has been ever since he saw her. He wanted to talk to her but she was so ... Unapproachable. Distant. A fantasy. She slipped through his finger, broke a leg in the process. "I think about you more often than I would like." ____...
