Imagining Frost

(8) The Perfect Costume

Haha....yeah so I kinda B.Sed the Elvin translation sssso any Lord Of The Rings nerds who point out a flaw in my translation will be shunned from this book!

~Am I dead or am I dreaming instead? -i'm insane I get smart all it takes is a spark. ~Don't be fooled, I was raised by the wolves ~I draw the line of you and me ~You're what I started, now disregarded ~Some way, some how, we've fallen out caught in-between my enemies

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As I stared at myself in wide mirror situated over my bathroom door, the only sentence that repetitively floated through my mind was, “Need…oxygen!”

I pulled at the ties in the back of my costume like a wolverine attacking its prey. The corset part of the Tinker Bell outfit was pressing against my lungs like an a thousand pound weight. I could actually feel a diminutive quantity of empathy towards the entire group of woman who had worn a corset every single day of their lives—not just for a special occasion. Whenever I got a grip on the ribbon holding together the top I would lose my grip on the material and have to start all over again. I had stood in front of my mirror trying to loosen the costume for at least five minutes. How I had managed to over-tie the corset was beyond me.

All I knew was I was in one serious predicament.

“Come on...You can do… it!” I motivated breathily. My fingers as they tried to grasp for the ribbon. I unexpectedly gasped when I felt the corset tighten to some extent, it was the smallest sensation as if someone was purposely tugging the material together, constricting me in my own Halloween costume.

Before I could over think it the feeling just...stopped. I could breathe again.

I gripped the counter while breathing in large gulps of air, confusion staining my facial features like die as I stared at my reflection. My cheeks were slightly purple and my forehead was dabbed with beads of sweat, my eyes wide in shock.

I almost died. In a Halloween costume. Who the hell does does that happen to?

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I pushed off of the counter and burst into my room. “Undo this. Now,” I told Flora as she pulled up her red stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed at the verge of tears. Thoughts flooded through my mind as Flora hurriedly pulled at the strings. What was going on? Why was this costume choking me? Was someone really pulling on it? Who…or what was haunting me? Who was that mysterious man in the woods? Is he connected to the haunting?

 Is he the one who gave me the—

“Ok! All done, I loosened it for you so you can get it off…was something wrong with the costume?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? We can return it, we still have a few hours until the party!” she said, rolling up the rest of her stockings.

“It’s fine Flora.”

“Heather, please tell me if something’s going on.” She scooted closer to me on the bed and patted my back. “You’ve been acting strange lately, with the mall incident, the woods, and now your costume. Are you ok?”

I paused for the longest moment, holding back my tears with all my energy before I finally replied with, “Absolutely, never been better.”
She patted her thighs and jumped on the bed with excitement. “Good, because I would never enjoy the party with you upset!” Flora gave my cheek a pinch and added, “If you need someone to talk to…”