Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Protect Me from What I Want ❯ It's Always Darkest at Midnight. ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Here is chapter 2..of DOOM!

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Shit, I thought angrily to myself as my stomach gave that telltale lurch of impending doom. My head spun as I bolted to the bathroom, trying to keep my stomach in control. Pills and alcohol don't mix; I'm a big girl, I can make my own choices. In my mad dash to the toilet, I tripped over the bath mat. Things slowed down then, my hands reached out to catch my fall and my face connected with the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

Fuck fuck fuck...My vision swam and my eyes teared up from the sudden impact. Face plus toilet bowl equals another thing i have to cover up, dammit. I crawled my way up and lifted the toilet seat, my stomach heaved until there was nothing left.

“Uuuhhggg...” I groaned and stood up; my legs shaky. My eyes caught my refection in the mirror above the sink. I quickly looked away, I know what I look like. Pale white skin, violet eyes, a full mouth made for kisses; my dark blonde hair tangled around my shoulders. In short, I looked like hell. My blouse was ruined but didn't care; powder blue was never a color I favored much. I wore it for my `image consultant,' an overly perky middle-aged lady my brother Milliardo had hired.

“You do care about how your citizens view you, don't you?” He asked and I sneered. Of course I cared, and he already knew that. It was some older brother thing, to make me admit things he already knew. So he had hired Kandi to tell me how to dress, act, wear my hair, and act at all times of the day. So I wore her dowdy dress suits and `princess' styled ball gowns. The only things I refused to change were my hair and what I wore to bed. So I rebelled in small ways, I grew my hair long and wore tattered t-shirts and ratty sweat pants to bed. Strangely enough, it was the hair issue that irked Kandi the most. She scolded me about it and wouldn't leave me alone about it.

“That hairstyle is soooo outmoded, Miss Relena. For the life of me, I can't understand why you would choose to wear your hair like that! It makes you look too young. Why, with just a snip of the scissors and a dollop of color, you'd look at least four years older!” She would cluck, as she fussed with the discordant hair in question. The retired professional cheerleader would pull my hair into elaborate knots and braids, usually plucking out a few strands in the process. It was odd, how she always stressed the word `choose' or `choice' during her folicle-related tirades. Of course I chose to wear my hair the way I did, it was one of the few things I truly had jurisdiction over.

I dreaded the nights when she would `prepare' me for a ball, dinner party, or some random function. The fact that she would bemoan the fact that I wasn't `prepared' for her arrival irked me to no end. `Prepared'...I hated how that made me sound, like a slab of meat in the butcher shop. Though if I really thought about it, which I chose not to, balls were nothing much more than meat markets for the socially inclined. And I was nothing more than filet mingon. I knew Milliardo was hiding something from me when he and Lucretzia were here for christmas, he had hinted about my marriage possibilities over an after dinner drink. I couldn't give him a concise answer as to my reticence to seeking a husband. I had lived too long as a diplomat, practically programmed to say nothing that might alienate anyone. Never could I voice my true desire, that there was only one man on Earth or in space that I wanted to spend my life with. Even though it was foolish, my heart still yearned for him. Oh Heero, where are you? Can't you see how much I need you!?

Angrily, I tied my hair into a low pony tail. The elastic band pinched my head, but by then I was beyond caring. After finishing with my hair, I rinsed my mouth and stalked out of the bathroom. Still drunk, I bashed my shins into the coffee table. The coffee table Kandi had made me buy...ugly thing it was too. I stifled an expletive and kept fumbling my way towards my bed. Drunk and depressed, I slid out of my blouse and skirt on the way across the palatial bedroom. Nights had always been the worst for me, even when I was a little girl. Darkness, though all consuming, seemed far too uncertain for me. Anything could happen in the dark, loved ones could die, hearts broken, lives ruined. The Boogey man and under-the-bed monsters never fazed me, it was just everything else.

“Damn...” I muttered when I tripped over a discarded shoe and fell onto the mattress. I shimmied out of my stockings and tossed them aside before sliding under the heavy satin duvet. My eyelids drifted closed, reality faded, and I fell asleep. It seemed like the only time my mind was at peace was when I was either drunk or asleep.

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