First of all, i’m sorry for my english and grammar. And this is a chapter of one of my wattpad stories named “Cliché”
It’s a Mitch Rapp fanfiction, if you like it i will continue to translate it in english.
I don’t own this gif (take it from pinterest)
I stand in front of the mirror looking at my sad reflex. My skin is whiter than milk, and the dark circles around my eyes look awful to me, the redness of the bruise around my eyes has been pierced by small thin veins.
I'm in a tough, tough time. I do not feel well. It was as if all evil had come upon me. I take a foundation with two shades darker from the cherry blush on the table. I need to have a little color, I look like a corpse.
I pour a few drops into my palms and start stretching in front of me. My blue eyes, like the sea, watched as my face began to come to life.
At just twenty-three, my embers-black hair begins to turn white at the roots. The stress is too great. I'm surrounded by people, but I feel lonely. Empty inside.
After applying a layer of mascara on my long lashes, I get up from my chair and take my red dress off the bed.
The bitter taste of sadness is the only aroma I have been feeling for more than three years. The judgment of the people around me depresses me, as if cutting me in the flesh.
My name is Jenna Lockwood and I'm probably the most fake person you've ever met.
After I put on the dress, I look in the mirror and struggle to smile. The red dress fit perfectly on my waist, and the square neckline highlighted my golden necklace, received as a gift from a good friend. I untie my hair and let it fall, reaching close to my hips.
Now that I'm ready, it's time to leave for a new white night in which I will hide my sadness and insecurities behind a mask. White Nights for black days.
I walk in the door of the club excited by the colorful strobe lights and the catchy music that sings so loud it seems to shake the club. The smell of liquor and expensive perfume was all that pleased my nasal senses. People dancing perfectly to the music, lovers making obscene signs without inhibitions, drunks and drunks falling on the stairs in the bathroom, that's my world. The world without prejudices.
I make room using my elbows through the crowd to reach the bar on the side of the club. It seems that the handsome blonde with long hair up to his ears was working hard flaming a few glasses.
“Ohoo, my man!” I yell at him to hear the music and I lean over the bar to clap with him.
He has been my friend since childhood, somehow our friendship lasted despite the years. Although he does not agree with my lifestyle, he understands my pain and respects my decisions.
"Lanna, I thought you'd miss the party!" Michael replies with a wide smile on his face.
The blonde returns to take the bottle of bacardi, already knowing what I usually order, but tonight I thought of drinking something new.
"Why don't you make me a margarita?" I ask, raising both my eyebrows.
Michael smiles at me and takes a glass of daisy from his stand, then greases the top of the glass with water, then dips it in salt and then pours tequila and triple dry.
I could already feel salivating seeing the beautiful pale green liquid poured into the glass. To make matters worse, Michael squeezes another lemon and hands me my glass.
I take the money out of the black envelope but Michael stops me.
“You know the start is from me!” he says friendly.
“ I always forget, some interesting people?” I ask, sipping my glass.
"About that, I understand that friends of the owner will be coming tonight, some dubious ones, be careful ..." Michael informed me, looking around.
I nod and offer a kiss on the cheek. I wink at them, then walk away to the bar and join the crowd of people dancing as if there were no more tomorrow.
I begin to move to the rhythms of the song Feel so close, occasionally sipping from my glass. The taste of tequilla caresses my taste buds.
A tall man with an enviable athletic body had appeared in front of me. He wore a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans of the same color, torn, accessorized with a chain. His beard was a little overgrown, and his hair was quite long with a gorgeous brown.
I approached the charming man in the rhythm of the dance, putting the glass of daisies around his neck, then leaving it on a nearby table.
The mysterious brunette moved in decline with me, giving me a small smile. He wasn't the kind of boy you'd see everywhere, he had a unique face that stood out from the rest of the males around here. The rhythm of the music pushed me closer and closer to him.
I took the opportunity to look at him closely and feel my amber-colored eyes soften in his eyes, not to mention the small drops of honey that were hiding in his iris.
“I've never seen you here and believe me I come very often!” I whisper in his ear to hear the music.
“It’s the first time, this pleace is awesome!” He replied very excited.
The guy grabs my hand and spins me around, and with a strong pull I get to stick my chest tightly to his. I notice a few strands of hair settling over his eye so I reach for his hand and place his hair on his back.
It had been a while since we had been dancing, the songs seemed to change from second to second.
The rest of the evening I felt like in a story. I danced until I felt my sandals tighten and the kamikaze shots flowed incessantly around our necks. I was at the entrance of the club, the cool summer breeze drying the drops of water that flowed on my body. The handsome brunette takes a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket, then carries a cigarette with an orange filter in his mouth.
"My name is Lanna, I think you should know that we've been dancing for more than five hours," I say sarcastically.
“I’m Mitch, very glad to meed you, ma’ lady” he say very charming.
I watched him curiously as he drew so pathetically from the cigarette that it was almost over. It seemed to me that he was stressed, I had never seen anyone smoke a cigarette so quickly.
As soon as he throws the cigarette in the ashtray, he lights another cigarette. The silence of the night put me back in my bitter thoughts, I didn't want peace anymore. The silence depresses me. I stared blankly under the starry sky, searching for a lifeline in my own thoughts.
"Look up!" he tells me with a smile.
His voice instantly woke me from my thoughts, as if it were a crack that pulled me out of my trance.
I conform quickly and feel him wipe the underside of my eye with his fingertips.
"Your mascara had spread," he announced, smiling.
"Oh, thank you," I say through gritted teeth.
I look back at a fixed point and am blocked again by thoughts. I have become addicted to noise, the silence is stifling.
Two young people in love leave the club. A couple who have been visiting the area for more than half a year. I always tried them with admiration, in their case it seems that love and fun are on the same waterline.
This time they didn't come out with a smile up to their ears and holding hands. They seemed to be arguing.
"I'll put my hand in the fire in a few seconds because the guy will slap him," Mitch says, laughing as he looks at the two of them.
I see the skinny blonde slap him hard on the face, turning her head completely.
"She's going to leave now," Mitch continued, as if anticipating the couple's every move.
Indeed, the girl walks away, but the man grabs her arm and turns her away. The variety continues to quarrel, vaguely hearing the girl's tickled voice screaming at him. Probably fed up with the conversation, the man hurried back and entered the club nervously, leaving the girl with his eyes "in the sun".
"Sad show," He commented, lighting a third cigarette.
I take a pack of slim cigarettes out of my envelope and light one. I watched the blonde sit on the curb and cry with her head in her hands.
I never felt the taste of love, I had a few relationships, but I didn't bother. I didn't think anyone would ever love me, after all, if I don't love myself, what can I expect from people?
"I didn't think love hurt," I say, looking at the girl as she wipes her makeup off her face.
"It hurts harder than anything," He says seriously.
“Love shouldn't hurt ... Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing a person hurts, envy hurts”
“Did you list some examples, or did you say what hurts you?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye.
His question had hit me in the head, keeping my mouth wide open looking at him confused. His question was like a slap in the face.
"Forgive me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.You've changed since I went out, what's the matter with you, Lanna?”
Mitch kept in touch, emphasizing everything with his hand over mine. I look at him confused, trying to convey a state of frustration, then I start laughing amused. Confusion had appeared instantly on his face.
“Sorry, but I remembered those cliché scenes when the guy asks the girl if she's fine-“
"She's lying to him, telling him she's fine," he continued.
"Then let's do something else, what would you tell me Maybe we won't meet again, maybe the roads will bring us back again. Maybe we will become the memory of a pleasant night. We don't know what life has in store for us. You have nothing to lose.
His realism intrigued me. It implied to me that he was open-minded. I sigh, as if without that sigh I wouldn't have had the strength to speak.
“Have you ever felt depressed?" Instead of reassuring you, does it feel like eating live? I ask, sitting down on the metal bench next to me.
“ Yes, I have moments, but all these worries have a cause.”
“ I feel like I want to break up, like me. Sadness, suffering, hot tears and annoying looks.” I say sad
"Have you ever thought we'll drive too much?" he asks in a melancholy tone.
“We think too much about everything, every look, every text.”
“Maybe we should blame ourselves, maybe we will break our hearts, but personal mistakes that are just the basis of suffering. We build the walls ourselves.”
His words seemed to caress my soul, opening my eyes to new perspectives. Is it my fault for these cruel states? For years I threw the arrows of blame on my mother.
Stubborn by nature, I did not want to attest to the fact that I could be the creator of my own agony.
I watch the sky light up, helping the sun to reveal its hot rays, indicating to me that I should go home.
"And another night has passed," he sats, looking at the beautiful sunrise painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink and red.
"I think I should go home," I say, taking my phone out of the envelope and ordering an uber.
"Let's smoke one more cigarette," he says, as if he doesn't want tonight to end.
His words form a smile on my face. I take out a new cigarette and hold it to my lips, and he lights it with a lighter. Our eyes meet, and for a few seconds I forgot I had to smoke.
Looking at him more closely, I noticed small scarred cuts running down his rough face. I was so curious about him. What he does, what his passions are, what brings a smile to his face. On second thought, I didn't want this night to end either.
"I know it may sound cliché, and you may already know that, but you're very beautiful," he says, lost in my eyes.
I thank him and see a blue bay parked right in front of us. Looks like my uber has arrived and will break me from this desired moment.
"Looks like my car has arrived," I say through gritted teeth.
“I really liked this night, Lanna, I hope we meet again, maybe life will last with us” he blushed sincerely kissing my hand.
I say goodbye to the man who gave me the most beautiful night and I get in the car, looking nostalgically as I walk away from him.
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