Hiding Behind Pages

Chapter 14: You Look Like A Gothic Barbie

"Come on, we gotta hurry!"

Mary jumped out of the drivers seat and went around the car to open the car door for me and dragged me out.

"The party's not until two more hours," I said grabbing my dress from the back of the car.

"Exactly, its not enough. Make up and doing hair takes a long time you know."

She hurried inside and I followed.

"Did you say makeup?" I raised an eyebrow and she sighed and face palmed herself.

"Of course. I'm not letting you go to a party looking like tha- I mean..."

I narrowed my eyes at her and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "I mean, you look great! But don't you think we should add a little pizzazz to your look or something?"

I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch in the living room. "Whatever. Its not like I'm not already wearing a stupid dress, might as well just make myself look like a barbie doll right?"

She flashed me a smile. "Exactly!"

I groaned and she began pulling my arm and dragging me up stairs to my room.

"Go put on your dress and I'll do your makeup when you're done," She grinned.

"You're not my mom," I said before going to the bathroom to change.

I headed back to the room and opened the door as Mary dragged me to my desk chair. "It took you long enough."

"So, how long does this exactly take?"

She shrugged. "Its usually an hour and a half process at the least."

"Such fun," I muttered.

Time for an hour and a half of wanting to end my life.

Hooray.

***

"Almost done!" She said applying some lipstick to my lips.

"You better be," I groaned, "Its been more than an hour already and I feel like shit."

"Stop whining, its all gonna be worth it once you see yourself."

I rolled my eyes which is something I've been doing a lot lately. But hey, you can't really blame me, this little nutcase of a cousin is back in my life again.

"And...done!"

She dragged me out of the desk chair into the restroom so I could look at myself in the mirror. Her hands hovered over my eyes. "Ready?"

"Just let me see," I slapped her hands

"Okay, okay," she said before removing her hands.

"Don't you love it?" she grinned.

No.

I hated it.

I hated wearing makeup in general. Other people use it to make themselves look prettier or better. I only use it to hide bruises. As for wearing make up for other than that purpose, I never liked it. I just feel...wrong. Like I wasn't myself. Its as if I was trying to look like someone that I'm not. And I hate that. Wearing a dress was one thing, but changing my look was another.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was full of foundation and I had black eye shadow on my eyelids and eyeliner on my waterline which was a pain to get on. I also noticed my hair was tied up into a neat bun with bobby pins holding back the sides of my hair.

I felt like a whole other person.

"Why do my eyelashes look longer?" I turned to her.

"They're false lashes you idiot."