#164 - What are you waiting for?
Feb. 5th, 2007 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
opiumsoulFrom the outside, it must have looked like Rev had it all. She was beautiful, she came from a rich family, she was young and she could do what she wanted, thanks to her status as a semi-celebrity. And it was all true.
Was she beautiful? Of course she was. Did she come from a rich family? Yes, she did. Because she was beautiful, as her mother had told her many times. We adopted you because you were the most beautiful girl we could find. And Rev knew that was because there were no pale skinned, blonde, blue eyed little girls to be had, but the public didn’t want or need to know that she was a second choice. That she had been chosen was enough. Rev wished it was enough for her.
Her life wasn’t a fairytale, but more often than not, it felt like it was. She had this curse of beauty on her, yet who would believe it? To the masses, beauty wasn’t a curse, it was a gift, something to be reveled in and used to advantage, not something to take refuge from. But that’s exactly what Rev did. She was cursed and she hid under a cloud of drugs and alcohol and reckless behaviour because she truly believed that death would be preferable to dealing with all the shame and degradation her beauty had brought her. Her curse had brought her.
Just like a girl in a fairytale, she felt like she was drowning, sleeping her way through life, no matter how alive she looked to the rest of the world, the ones who didn’t have to deal with fables. Maybe if she waited long enough, she would get to wake up.
Was she beautiful? Of course she was. Did she come from a rich family? Yes, she did. Because she was beautiful, as her mother had told her many times. We adopted you because you were the most beautiful girl we could find. And Rev knew that was because there were no pale skinned, blonde, blue eyed little girls to be had, but the public didn’t want or need to know that she was a second choice. That she had been chosen was enough. Rev wished it was enough for her.
Her life wasn’t a fairytale, but more often than not, it felt like it was. She had this curse of beauty on her, yet who would believe it? To the masses, beauty wasn’t a curse, it was a gift, something to be reveled in and used to advantage, not something to take refuge from. But that’s exactly what Rev did. She was cursed and she hid under a cloud of drugs and alcohol and reckless behaviour because she truly believed that death would be preferable to dealing with all the shame and degradation her beauty had brought her. Her curse had brought her.
Just like a girl in a fairytale, she felt like she was drowning, sleeping her way through life, no matter how alive she looked to the rest of the world, the ones who didn’t have to deal with fables. Maybe if she waited long enough, she would get to wake up.
