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tamingthemuseTitle: Narcissus
Fandom: None--OC
Rating: G
Summary: What truly matters is what is on the inside, not the package that it comes in...
Author's note: Somehow my muse got tangled in this one...she didn't like the ideas that I thought of so she decided to take this somewhere else entirely...hope that you enjoy...:D
Narcissus. They called her Narcissus.
As she looked in the mirror, twirling to see the back of the designer skirt and blouse ensemble, she wondered what was wrong with wanting to look her best.
She didn’t try to outdo the other girls; she merely dressed to enhance her natural beauty. Was it her fault that she was this close to the perfect woman?
With a critical, if not biased eye, she surveyed herself from top to bottom in the floor length mirrors that lined her closet doors.
Her hair was waist-length and hung in perfect corkscrew ringlets. The color reminded her of summer wheat, ripe in the fields and ready for harvest, golden in the hazy halcyon days of August. Long lush lashes that brushed her rosy cheeks with every sweep downward framed her eyes, sapphire blue and sparkling. Moist, plump lips parted over pearlescent white teeth and the mirror reflected her smile back at her.
Her hands with their long fingers and tapered nails smoothed the blouse down her breasts that were perky, neither too large nor too small. They rode high on her frame, accentuating her flat stomach and curvaceous bottom. Toned thighs and shapely calves carried her tall and proud wherever she wanted to go, finishing with delicately boned feet.
She heard their call and with a long, last glance at the mirror she twirled and left, heading for the party with her friends.
Julie was driving too fast but she didn’t say anything, afraid of pissing her off while she was in this condition. She listened to them chatter, their words a dull roar in her ear as she thought about the contacts that she had made at the party. Frat boys were always so enthralled by her looks; if only they could look beyond the outside to the inside.
She was tired of being lonely. Tired of being desired for the way that she looked and nothing more. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth to stifle a yawn when a scream split the air and there was a grinding of metal and the tinkle of shattering glass.
The world went dark and red.
Red faded and bled to white, too bright against the closed eyes to ignore any longer. Opening them was too big a chore so she groaned instead, bringing running feet to the side of the bed and excited voices that gave her an immediate headache.
Her hand moved and it silenced them, one voice speaking where twenty had a moment ago. “Aurora, can you hear me? If you can, move your hand.”
She moved with great effort like she was being restrained. She was so tired. Something hard and unyielding was deep in her throat and she wanted to gag from the taste of plastic. Her eyes wouldn’t open and her whole body felt weighted down and heavier than she had ever been.
“Aurora, there was a terrible accident. You know that, right?”
Again, she moved her hand. “You were trapped in the car because you were sitting in the middle. There were…extensive injuries. We’ve been able to repair some of the damage but…it can be discussed at a later time what needs to be done.”
Hands touched her, unfamiliar and cold and clinical. The harsh plastic gag came out of her throat and left it raw and sore. They bathed her mouth with water and let her suck an ice chip while they untaped her eyelids and untied her hands.
Her mother and father were there and she couldn’t miss the horror hidden beneath the joy in their watering eyes. “M-mirror,” she croaked, and the man in white returned to the side of her bed and shook his head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, Aurora. Just rest. We can deal with the rest tomorrow.”
“Mirror,” she demanded, holding out a freed hand. The doctor looked at her parents then shot a glance at the nurse on the other side of the bed.
“Bring her a mirror.” She watched her father’s face as it set into steely hardness and her mother shaking her head, worry in the lines of her face. Did they think her so shallow?
Perhaps she was. She couldn’t suppress the tears that came to her eyes when she looked into the hand mirror the nurse pressed into her palm.
Her hair was completely gone, a dark stubble the only sign of the passage of time. Her eyes were protruding from fractured and broken sockets; their whites shot with red veins and one completely bloody on one side. Her perfect nose…was gone. Two holes stared back at her from the reflection. Her mouth was a twisted grimace above the wreckage that used to be her chin. One ear was missing completely, the other scarred with burns and pinched inward on itself.
Her face was a complete ruin.
Narcissus, they had called her. Conceited. Self-centered. What was left of that girl now?
She raised her head off the pillow to look down at her body, swathed in bandages still completely foreign to her. She heard a buzzing in her ears and realized the doctor was speaking.
“…really a miracle that you came out of the wreck alive. You’re very lucky, young lady.”
Lucky. She thought back to the night it all happened and her wish before it all turned red and black. To be seen for who she was, not what she looked like. To be loved for what was inside her, not what the outer shell portrayed.
Her mouth, twisted as it was, pulled back to reveal missing teeth. “Yes, I guess that I am lucky at that,” she whispered.
Narcissus, they had called her. Unlike the Greek youth that fell in love with himself, she would not pine and wither and die. There would be no flowers springing from the grassy place by the river of her hopes and dreams. She would survive.
She was lucky.
Fandom: None--OC
Rating: G
Summary: What truly matters is what is on the inside, not the package that it comes in...
Author's note: Somehow my muse got tangled in this one...she didn't like the ideas that I thought of so she decided to take this somewhere else entirely...hope that you enjoy...:D
Narcissus. They called her Narcissus.
As she looked in the mirror, twirling to see the back of the designer skirt and blouse ensemble, she wondered what was wrong with wanting to look her best.
She didn’t try to outdo the other girls; she merely dressed to enhance her natural beauty. Was it her fault that she was this close to the perfect woman?
With a critical, if not biased eye, she surveyed herself from top to bottom in the floor length mirrors that lined her closet doors.
Her hair was waist-length and hung in perfect corkscrew ringlets. The color reminded her of summer wheat, ripe in the fields and ready for harvest, golden in the hazy halcyon days of August. Long lush lashes that brushed her rosy cheeks with every sweep downward framed her eyes, sapphire blue and sparkling. Moist, plump lips parted over pearlescent white teeth and the mirror reflected her smile back at her.
Her hands with their long fingers and tapered nails smoothed the blouse down her breasts that were perky, neither too large nor too small. They rode high on her frame, accentuating her flat stomach and curvaceous bottom. Toned thighs and shapely calves carried her tall and proud wherever she wanted to go, finishing with delicately boned feet.
She heard their call and with a long, last glance at the mirror she twirled and left, heading for the party with her friends.
Julie was driving too fast but she didn’t say anything, afraid of pissing her off while she was in this condition. She listened to them chatter, their words a dull roar in her ear as she thought about the contacts that she had made at the party. Frat boys were always so enthralled by her looks; if only they could look beyond the outside to the inside.
She was tired of being lonely. Tired of being desired for the way that she looked and nothing more. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth to stifle a yawn when a scream split the air and there was a grinding of metal and the tinkle of shattering glass.
The world went dark and red.
Red faded and bled to white, too bright against the closed eyes to ignore any longer. Opening them was too big a chore so she groaned instead, bringing running feet to the side of the bed and excited voices that gave her an immediate headache.
Her hand moved and it silenced them, one voice speaking where twenty had a moment ago. “Aurora, can you hear me? If you can, move your hand.”
She moved with great effort like she was being restrained. She was so tired. Something hard and unyielding was deep in her throat and she wanted to gag from the taste of plastic. Her eyes wouldn’t open and her whole body felt weighted down and heavier than she had ever been.
“Aurora, there was a terrible accident. You know that, right?”
Again, she moved her hand. “You were trapped in the car because you were sitting in the middle. There were…extensive injuries. We’ve been able to repair some of the damage but…it can be discussed at a later time what needs to be done.”
Hands touched her, unfamiliar and cold and clinical. The harsh plastic gag came out of her throat and left it raw and sore. They bathed her mouth with water and let her suck an ice chip while they untaped her eyelids and untied her hands.
Her mother and father were there and she couldn’t miss the horror hidden beneath the joy in their watering eyes. “M-mirror,” she croaked, and the man in white returned to the side of her bed and shook his head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, Aurora. Just rest. We can deal with the rest tomorrow.”
“Mirror,” she demanded, holding out a freed hand. The doctor looked at her parents then shot a glance at the nurse on the other side of the bed.
“Bring her a mirror.” She watched her father’s face as it set into steely hardness and her mother shaking her head, worry in the lines of her face. Did they think her so shallow?
Perhaps she was. She couldn’t suppress the tears that came to her eyes when she looked into the hand mirror the nurse pressed into her palm.
Her hair was completely gone, a dark stubble the only sign of the passage of time. Her eyes were protruding from fractured and broken sockets; their whites shot with red veins and one completely bloody on one side. Her perfect nose…was gone. Two holes stared back at her from the reflection. Her mouth was a twisted grimace above the wreckage that used to be her chin. One ear was missing completely, the other scarred with burns and pinched inward on itself.
Her face was a complete ruin.
Narcissus, they had called her. Conceited. Self-centered. What was left of that girl now?
She raised her head off the pillow to look down at her body, swathed in bandages still completely foreign to her. She heard a buzzing in her ears and realized the doctor was speaking.
“…really a miracle that you came out of the wreck alive. You’re very lucky, young lady.”
Lucky. She thought back to the night it all happened and her wish before it all turned red and black. To be seen for who she was, not what she looked like. To be loved for what was inside her, not what the outer shell portrayed.
Her mouth, twisted as it was, pulled back to reveal missing teeth. “Yes, I guess that I am lucky at that,” she whispered.
Narcissus, they had called her. Unlike the Greek youth that fell in love with himself, she would not pine and wither and die. There would be no flowers springing from the grassy place by the river of her hopes and dreams. She would survive.
She was lucky.
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