Obsession4

I walked through my front yard with a huge grin on my face. The long weeds that protruded the terrain and scratched my calves with their claw-like blades didn�t even stir interest in my mind. I kept going back to his sensual words and his honey-like lips. I stopped for a while to sit on the edge of the stone fountain in my yard. It was a fountain with a statue of the Virgin Mary with her hands folded in a prayer position, crying her tears of water, which my father thought, would be interesting, if we dyed the water a blood-red color. So, as a result, she was crying tears of blood into a fountain of blood red water. I was gorgeous and I had never actually taken time out to stare at its beauty until now. I ran my fingers through the crimson water. The water formed little circles of scarlet about my pale skin. I took in a deep breath of air and stared about my yard. We hadn�t taken much care of the weeds that were growing. We hadn�t watered the yard in ages and the thicket was turning a yellowish brown color. They were tall and thin and strewn about the yard in an accidental aesthetic way. Weeds festooned the fountain, which lay at the heart of the yard. Dead red roses edged the edifice of my house and ivy grew up the stone walls and banded the wooden door. Our door was old and rust stained. There was an iron bar across the center of the door, with iron bolts. From the edges of the bar came dark streaks of weather-beaten rust stains; it gave our door a distressed and old look.
I resolved that I had been out there way too long and walked into my house. I went up the old spiral stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. I immediately knew that my father had been in my room. He moved my full-length mirror so that it was directly across from my door and as soon as I walked in I saw my reflection. I jumped back at the sight of me. My expression turned from bliss to utter disgust at the sight of me. I stared at my long, waist-length blonde hair. It disgusted me. I was so typical. My blonde hair, my blue eyes, my disgustingly thin body, it all made me want to vomit. I picked up a decorative, stone urn and threw it at the mirror.
I rushed down the hall, picking up a pair of scissors that were laying on an end table in the hall. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the lights. I stood there staring at my figure in the mirror, panting. I threw open the medicine cabinet and took out a box of black hair dye. I grabbed a chunk of hair and began to cut it up to my chin. I didn�t care whether or not it came out even. I just cut. I knew I had to be rid of this pestilence that I was born with. I chopped and chopped away at my blonde besetment. When it was all over and done with, I ended up with hair that was layered and uneven. The front of my hair was up to my chin, and as it went farther back in went up to my shoulders. It was a jagged cut and I loved it, except for the color. I got out the dye and began to mix the dye. For a moment I got scared that it wasn�t actually black, but more like a gray color. But I didn�t care, so long as it wasn�t blonde. I ran the dye through my hair and realized that I had forgotten to put the cotton around the borders of my hair. The dye began to drip down the edges. It looked as though I was bleeding black. I tried to wipe the dye away from my forehead but it kept dripping. When I finally got it to stop dripping, I had gray streaks down my forehead because I had scrubbed the dye so hard trying to get it off of my skin. All the while I thought, I wonder if Tony will still like me without all that blonde hair. When I was finished and my hair had been washed and blow-dried, I stared at thenew me in the mirror. I liked it. For once I felt okay with myself. The color and shape brought out my eyes. I noticed that my eyes actually aren�t blue. They change color, and now they were green. I smiled at myself and then looked at the clock on the wall behind me. Shit, it�s already seven o�clock! I thought. I only had two hours to get ready before he would get there and I still hadn�t picked out anything to wear. I ripped off all my clothes and dashed into the shower.

Eight-Thirty. I stood on the balcony that was attached to my room. My sheer white curtains wafted in the breeze behind me. It was a gentle, cold wind that fondled my skin. My short, mid-thigh-length, black velvet and satin dress caressed my legs as the breeze beckoned to it behind me. The bodice of my dress was black satin covered in black lace. The sleeves of my dress were tight to my arms; they were black velvet and the ends belled out into layered black lace. I wore spider web fishnets and 20-eye Dr. Martins. Around my neck hung a necklace with a ruby-red, gothic cross. Since this was a special occasion, I wore dark black eyeliner and black eye shadow and I put on black lipstick. I had turned off all the lights in my room and there was nothing but the illumination of a few candles in jars behind me. I stared into the night sky and wished to kiss a star. I turned around to my small shrine. There was a picture of Tony and a few red and white candles in jars around it. In front of it was a small wooden bowl with rose pedals. The wind made the flames of the candles dance around and throw distorted shadows upon the walls of my room. The soft scent of rose oil encompassed the air in my room. Black Tape for a Blue Girl's song �All My Lovers� played softly in the background. I danced around in circles in my bliss. I couldn�t believe that in a few moments I would see Tony and he would be taking me out on a date. I couldn�t believe that even earlier today he remembered where I live. The last time he was at my house, he was on the arm of my worst enemy Evelyn. They had decided to crash my Halloween party when I was a freshman. I hated Evelyn. I was jealous of her in every way and she had an extremely snobby attitude.
My thoughts were interrupted by Tony�s voice beneath my balcony.
�Harmony!� he said in a loud whisper.
I ran to the edge of my balcony and leaned over the black iron railing.
�You�re early!� I whispered back
�I know, I couldn�t wait to see you. Come down! Did you ask your dad if you could come out with me?� He said lighting another clove.
�Are you kidding? My dad doesn�t allow me out on dates. I have to sneak out. I�ll be right down.�
He looked surprised to see my hair short and black, but then he smiled a big smile and beckoned for me to come down. I threw a rope off the side of my balcony. I ran back to my shrine and blew out the candles. I grabbed my handbag from the top of my canopy bed that was draped in black and white sheer curtains. I ran back to the balcony and dropped my handbag down to Tony and he just looked at it with a raised eyebrow and a smug expression. I climbed down the rope and I could feel Tony�s eyes looking up my dress as I climbed. I just smiled and jumped down the rest of the way.