fakers gonna fake fake fake {Cameo}
Jun 8, 2015 23:20:31 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Jun 8, 2015 23:20:31 GMT -5
I M P . S T O L E
D I S T R I C T. E I G H T
D I S T R I C T. E I G H T
Her room was much like mine, despite that fact it was much nicer. They both had that empty feeling. Whatever it was, it was the opposite of home. I don't understand her reasoning for wanting me to assist her to this "Tribute Party". I had no interest in a social gathering like that. It was hard enough holding my innocent district eight girl act during training, but now for an even longer amount of time. I would just have to be strong, I couldn't let myself break. I had come to far, but this sexy blonde was pushing my limits.
She was intent with smearing that blasted stuff on my face. Make-up, I hated that toxic stuff with a passion. I never wanted it to touch my face, but how was I going to tell her no? I sat on the edge of her bed, her body bent over mine. I could feel the moister of the fake chemicals. It was sickening. I wanted to run to her bathroom and empty my stomach. I cant help but peek down her shirt as she hovers over my face, it wasn't a terrible view. My teeth were clenched at the thought of what she was putting on my face. I wanted so badly to push her off and scream, but I had to keep a smile plastered on my face.
I was unsure where to direct my attention, I knew I couldn't stare down her shirt forever. She would notice eventually, I didn't want to look at her face, cause it made me uncomfortable. This whole situation was uncomfortable. "I think that's enough for now." I say politely. I smile hoping she will give in. I neglect to look in the mirror, I didn't care to see what I looked like. I watch as she stands pulling herself to her mirror, starting on her own face. I wanted to scratch this terrible stuff off, it was already beginning to itch. I hated her for doing this to my face, I wanted to grab the lamp from her bedside and hit her on the back of the skull. I needed to remain calm, the time will come soon Papa.
She was intent with smearing that blasted stuff on my face. Make-up, I hated that toxic stuff with a passion. I never wanted it to touch my face, but how was I going to tell her no? I sat on the edge of her bed, her body bent over mine. I could feel the moister of the fake chemicals. It was sickening. I wanted to run to her bathroom and empty my stomach. I cant help but peek down her shirt as she hovers over my face, it wasn't a terrible view. My teeth were clenched at the thought of what she was putting on my face. I wanted so badly to push her off and scream, but I had to keep a smile plastered on my face.
I was unsure where to direct my attention, I knew I couldn't stare down her shirt forever. She would notice eventually, I didn't want to look at her face, cause it made me uncomfortable. This whole situation was uncomfortable. "I think that's enough for now." I say politely. I smile hoping she will give in. I neglect to look in the mirror, I didn't care to see what I looked like. I watch as she stands pulling herself to her mirror, starting on her own face. I wanted to scratch this terrible stuff off, it was already beginning to itch. I hated her for doing this to my face, I wanted to grab the lamp from her bedside and hit her on the back of the skull. I needed to remain calm, the time will come soon Papa.
