Starlight

03|| unfortunate events

alexithymia : the inability to express feelings.

Colour - Halsey

ZELIA MOORE

My head felt like a thousand hammers were banging on it simultaneously. Grumbling from my stomach warned me that I needed a meal.

Fast.

I got up from my desk, closed the design I'd been working on for a recent project with a model, and made the journey to my car parked outside.

My name being shouted halfway to the lift halted me in my escape for a much-needed break. I was practically salivating at the mouth for the Indian takeaway I was planning to buy.

Removing any sign of irritation from my face, I turned around and realised it was the head of the fashion house, Ms Castillo. "There's an urgent problem," she urged.

My heart began to race faster as I wondered what could've gone wrong. As I walked back towards her office, assumptions began sprouting in my head about what the problem was.

I worked too hard to get to where I was and sacrificed too much to have small mistakes derail the progress I've made. Anxiety shot through me like electricity, willing to electrocute me.

Sitting at her desk with a sigh, she stated, "The model we had hired for the shoot tomorrow was released by his agency, something to do with a charge regarding drinking and driving."

Why in the world would someone risk their safety and others by doing something so reckless?

It seemed like people sometimes didn't have the compassion to think of those on the road as well. They have a life worth living too, and I didn't understand why it was simply an afterthought to them.

"Luckily, we were able to get a replacement model from the agency with roughly the same measurements."

A relieved sigh left my lips as I realised my hard work over the past few months wouldn't entirely go to waste.

"Okay, that's perfect," I replied, and I began to get up to resume my quest for food.

Just before leaving the door, she mentioned, "You'll need to come two hours earlier than we agreed to ensure any problems that arise can be fixed, and I'll send the portfolio of the model."

So as well as a piercing headache and an empty stomach, I wouldn't even be able to get enough sleep later. I needed to sleep.

Plastering a smile and nodding, I turned around and gave her a half-hearted nod as I made my way to my car with less enthusiasm.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Dancing to the rhythm I looked around me and saw no familiar faces. Hands touched my waist and pulled me sideways towards the exit, and the deafening music began to fade in the distance as I left the safety of the living room. Slurring my words, I tried to protest but could hardly keep my eyes open as I moved.

Come on.

My legs were swiped off the floor, and lights danced in my vision as I began my ascent upstairs. Barging into a secluded room upstairs, my body fell into the bed, and my eyes shot up as I tried to think about why I was here. A pinch on my skin interrupted my thoughts, and the soft pull lulled me into a sense of inability.

Please.

No.

A distorted face came into my view and looked into my eyes with a cold, calculating smile.