I woke up to the sound of my alarm.
"Mary! Wake up sweetie!" My mother's voice echoed into my room shortly after.
I released a groan as I turned over to my phone hitting the stop button before tossing it carelessly onto the bed. Moments later I dragged myself out of my bed and made my way to the washroom.
I looked myself at the mirror. I forgot to wipe out kohl from my eyes last night. So now I had big dark circles under my eyes. My face looks tired. Why shouldn't it be? Last night I had done something worth this tiring. I remembered the incident and a smirk left my face. How much I loved dealing with that trash last night.
Encounter of Last Night:
""I was having a quite night lay on my bed with my eyes wide open. It's been a couple of hours but my heart is still beating normally fast.
What the hell!
No, not again! I can't do it again. Hannah would get so angry on me. I had already experienced so many emotional storm waves and panic because of this. It can't be go on! I must be stopped. But I can't control myself!
I felt like Mary was like a frightened deer or a teenage girl without any love expirience. I hated herself for that. Being so weak and vulnerable.
No, no, no I cannot sit still and allow this to happen! It's like I've to be the other identity again.
At this time, the chime of "despair" is heard. The clock has hit twelve o' clock.
I quickly hopped up and began to rummage through my drawer.
After looking for a while, I put on a silver sequined camisole, tight leather pants and five inch heels. I then put on so much smoky makeup that my own mother wouldn't recognize me.
People know that at midnight Cinderella put on a gorgeous dress and drove her pumpkin carriage to the palace to see the prince. I on the other hand, does my makeup on the middle of the night, and heads to nightclubs to escape from herself.
Hahahaha. So funny!
I went to the balcony, in the direction of the study and sure enough, my father is still in there with a desk lamp lit. My mother is already asleep and my brother, he had slept a long time ago. Still I rechecked if all of them were asleep or not. Sure enough they're.
I hated myself for lying to everyone. But what can I do? It's not like I can control it. Should I stop?
No, no, no! It has to be like this. I have to break the superstitions of Mary. I can't be Mary anymore. I quickly got out of house and quickly hired a cab. It's time to become Mariya!
Third Persons POV:
The Bar:
Mary was enjoying the rare indulgence of sitting by herself at the bar, ordering a bottle of apple juice and pouring it at your own discretion.
She was holding her glass staring disinterestedly at the dance floor, full of people dancing morbidly.
Nightclubs and bars are no longer fresh and new to her. The frequent displays that she sees are no longer funny to her.
She couldn't consume alcohol because her mother had restricted them from drinking. She just couldn't broke their trust. Even if she's Mariya now.
After finishing the first bottle of apple juice, she ordered a second bottle. It didn't made her relax but even more upset.
At this time, a man carrying a glass of wine in his hand came over her, "Miss, need a man?"