She began messing with her hair, bobby pins hitting the surface of her vanity as they fall out from between her lips. “Olivia! Are you almost ready?! Its five minutes past when we were supposed to leave!”
“Give me two more minutes!” As she settled on the way the curls fell around her face she slipped into the dress her sister had chosen for her. The dress will do nothing to hide the long rough line running the length of her shoulder blade that never did go back to being normal. This of course was not taken into consideration as the others all loved it and didn’t have to face the firing squad of questions hashing up last years’ hell she had been put through. The next step was to fasten the strap retraining her feet into the ridiculously uncomfortable shoes her sister just had to have. “They will look better in pictures!” was Leslie’s selling point. I’m never getting married, this is so stupid, and torturing yourself and your family…it’s all a complete waste. Olivia was never the type of girl that got dressed up to impress anyone. She was the type of girl that threw on her favorite Led Zeppelin tee and a pair of cut off shorts and toms and ran out the door for pretty much any occasion. The usual occasion being her sneaking off to Henry’s house to feel that rush come over her erasing any and all memories for just brief moment. “
As Olivia made her way down the stairs she could feel the tension in the air, everyone stressed out over running late on such a momentous occasion and she was smack dab in the middle dragging her feet. With one final unsatisfied glance in the hallway mirror she ran out the door to the limo waiting on the street.
While climbing into the totally over the top extravagant car that’s only purpose was to get them from point A to B, an agonizing sound emerged through the chaos. This sound, so quiet that no one else had heard, seemed to echo in her mind. The words, catastrophe, disaster, bride kills sister at wedding, running rampant through her mind as she pictured a giant hole exposing the lacy slip she was so opposed to wearing but was now glad to have something between her thong and the open air.
Why! Why! Why! does the universe hate me! Fuck this, I am seriously giving up. Normal will never happen for me, why do I even try.
The burning in her eyes began and she fought with herself with everything she had.
You will not cry. You will not cry. Do not ruin this for Leslie. Man I wish I had a z-bar right now. Damn Henry. Always to messed up to be reliable, but god those eyes let him get away with letting me down a thousand times over. What I wouldn’t give to just look into those eyes. To just sink into bed, the wall playing in the background. Perfect.
The ten minute ride from the house to the church seemed to last an eternity as she contemplated jumping out and running at every red light. How was she going to tell Leslie she ruined the dressed she paid a small fortune for? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems. Thousands of scenarios playing back to back in her head as they pulled up outside the church. A sinking feeling came over her, “Please let it be okay, I’ll do anything” the words whispered under her breath to no specific person in the sky as she stepped carefully out onto the curb. Her mother would have been ecstatic if she had heard her talking to the sky. “You do believe! The lord is always listening” is what she would say. It’s a good thing that didn’t happen because then she would have had to let her mother down yet again by having to explain why it is she doesn’t believe. This is not the day for another one of those discussions.
A small breeze began to blow and Olivia’s nightmare was a reality. She began to run to the back door of the church with her mother chasing behind and in a panic stricken voice said, “what have you done now?!” That sense of disappointment no matter how familiar always stung. That feeling that ran all the way back to grade school when she got into a fight with Jax Martleby and it was of course Olivia’s fault.
Once inside her mother disappeared for what seemed like just a second but must of have been longer because when she returned she was carrying a single needle with a long thread attached. Though the thread was the completely wrong color, her mother was able to fix yet another one Olivia’s’ mistakes just in time for her to run to meet with the other bridesmaids.
With an overwhelming sense of relief, she grabbed the purple and yellow bouquet, which even she had to admit was beautiful, and began walking. One, together, two, together and just when the end was in sight and she could feel the weight lifting off her shoulders….
SNAP!
With a crashing bang she fell to the floor. As she looked up at her sisters face now peeking around the corner, twisted with anger, she thought to herself. “Fucking heels.”