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Beauty Queen

Beauty Queen

It was a strange existence. 

One minute, she was on everything: magazines, T.V., people's minds. People's hearts. The next, nothing. The idea of her was thrown away like trash, or cigarette butts, or little girls' dreams of becoming something other than housewives. She was an enigma without the eccentricity. A doll. Melted down into nothing after all was said and done. She had come so far and endured so much only to be nothing. The scariest thing was, she didn't just become nothing; she was always nothing. A few alterations and glitter and she was a feasible stimulate. But without it, she wasn't even harsh and vile words thrown like spears in the dead of night. She was just nothing.  

She stood, looking into the vanity, admiring nothing, but just staring. Her face was caked in makeup. Enough foundation and concealer to make up for the crumbling foundation below her feet. Her eyes sparkled in a conglomeration of pink glitter and coal eyeliner. Her ruby lips quivered as she touched her face. She used her free hand to pick up an alcohol pad and drug it slowly and painstakingly down the right side of her face. This took away most of the makeup and she slowly set down the pad. She stared at her reflection again and slowly reached and touched the mirror. Interesting. Like looking at two different people. It hurt her to know that one side was more profound than the other. There was no difference but color scheme. A tear rolled down her right cheek in a moment of peaceful bliss before her face contorted in pure anguish. With a cry of distress she brought her arms down and shoved everything from the vanity onto the floor. 

The air was filled with powder as various eye-shadows and foundations came cascading down. A few bottles of perfume came crashing down, their glass vials shattering like pieces of soul. She lightly collapsed in the midst of everything. Glass and powder and trails of nail polish like blood and ice and fire surrounded her. Her breathing slowed and she sat, slumped. Time passed before she reached up carefully for the rest of the alcohol wipes. She clumsily hit them down and sighed, her head still hanging dejectedly. She picks one apart shakily and starts to wipe off the rest of her makeup. After she's done, she gets up slowly and sits back on the stool. Her head slowly raises and she looks at herself again. Faint bruises are visible now and her left eye is slightly swollen. 

She laughs lightly and robotic-ally. She reaches down a little ways and pulls up an eye liner and a lip gloss. She starts to reapply some makeup mechanically. He eyes are dull and dead. Whatever sparkle which she had been blessed was gone; along with so many other things. 

She finishes and smiles lightly. She then reaches into the drawer and pulls out a bottle of sorts. She opens it and shakes whatever's in it out into the pink palm of her hand. She scoops them into her mouth and then fixes her hair a bit. Her long brunette tresses are tied up in a messy bun. She adjusts the silver clip keeping everything together. Finally she tightens the belt on her robe before her eyes roll back and she starts to shake, falling off the stool and onto the stained carpet.

She shakes and rolls back and forth all the while staring at the ceiling; staring at the lights. Her eyes are wide but alive; they shine brightly as everything seems to go dark. She quiets down as the deafening silence that had been trapped between the walls is broken by the sound of pounding on the door. Just as she stills, they bust through but it does no good. A light smile is still on her lips- as though fate had brought her here to this railroad crossing and left her; she being the one to decide to walk the length of it in hopes of a light at the end of the tracks. 

And as she heard the train approaching, she couldn't help but smile, as it was all finally going to end; the light at the end of the tunnel was here.    

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Yesenia Acevedo

I entirely felt the despair in this piece. Ecellent write! 

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CreativitySmash

This reminds me of Marilyn Monroe's end... though she remains on many people's minds and hearts. She cracked in the end, much like the character in this piece. All promise she might have had was lost. Definitely an excellent write.

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Gina Marie

thank you so much, i've wanted to do a piece like this for awhile so i'm so glad parallels can be drawn and the distress is understood ! 

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Valerie Lynn

Your story really got to me...In a good way though. Due to my illness I tried to make the pain go away...the same way the girl did in your story. I think about it more than I should - even though I know I will eventually make it through the tough times. I just wanted to thank you for writing that story. Your words are extremely powerful and it is as if you woke me up. I don't have the desire to end it all like I wanted to before. It's not worth it and life is too precious. So from the bottom of my heart thank you again. You are one of the most talented writers on this site and I love reading your stories. 

Val <3

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Gina Marie

You don't know how beautiful and humbling your comment was thank you so much. You are such a wonderful person and for one of my stories to resonate with you well that just makes me so great. Almost as great as you. Thank you for posting this I believe it's one of the most beautifully profound compliments I've ever received.  Thank you -Gina 

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Ariadnee Grant

i reaaalllly loooved this piece!!!! the place where you write about how a little color scheme is completely changing her looks

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Gina Marie

Thank you so much ! That part is personal to me so I'm glad it's being recognized and enjoyed !

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Valerie Lynn

Congratulations!!! You deserved to win first place and I'm so happy for you! 

Val ♥

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Gina Marie

thank you so much! ahh im so excited ! this piece I want to expand into something greater and this gives me the encouragement I need to do it !

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Valerie Lynn

That's awesome! Keep writing. You have a true talent. 

Val ♥

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BLOSSOM

Gina congratulations on your win well deserved :)

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Gina Marie

Congrats on your success and win

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Adrienne Jenkin

i read this and i could feel every emotion she was feeling a thought provoking story that is reality to some. thanks...

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Gina Marie

thank you ! i wanted to write a deep story on not only the actuality of suicide but that of domestic violence and feelings of lowness and depression so im glad it's getting people thinking about these things as realities.

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