Hi!
I am Mademoiselle FANTASY and today I will be writing a miniature story, or one-shot. Today’s inspiration is the movie “I, Tonya” (I strongly recommend it, it’s great) and the following song:
(Listen to the song while reading)
There’s a clock on the nightstand. It counts hours, minutes and seconds with its red numbers. It doesn’t tick like regular clocks. No, this one is as silent as the rest of the room. The bed is poorly made and there are stains on the once-grey carpet. On the wall, there is a shattered mirror hanging, almost about to drop. The frame of the mirror is gold. (Gold! What a color!) It’s mocking them, really. Precious metals next to broken coffee mugs and shattered glass aren’t exactly an ideal match.
Nevertheless, there are people on this room too, specifically one woman. She’s sitting on the floor by the broken glass, her knees curled against her chest and arms wrapped around her ankles. It’s an uncomfortable position, really. She looks like she’s about to crack her legs, yet she doesn’t. She’s hiding her face. Perhaps, she’s tired of looking at its reflection on one of the fragments. Who wouldn’t be? It’s not like it’s a pretty face. No, she is perfectly aware of the fact that her body attracts, not her features. Black eyes and badly blitched hair aren’t attractive. Full chest and curves are.
She is so sick and tired of her own reflection, she could punch her own mirror. But she didn’t do it. She isn’t violent. At least, not when it comes to inanimate objects. The mirror didn’t break because of her fists, but because of the weight of her body when she was thrown at it, by someone else’s punches, and kicks, and slaps and… Anyways, the result is the same: bloody, broken glass she has to clean up AGAIN. Can’t he just be decent enough and not make a mess of the house when he makes a mess of her? Is it too much to ask a bastard to keep tidy? Right now, not only does she have to take a shower and care her cuts and bruises, she also has to sweep the floor. He IS a bastard!
What happened to her life to end up here? What did she do so awfully wrong that everything and everyone hated her? Is it that she curses too much? She can fix that. How hard could it be? Or maybe, it’s that she didn’t go to high-school. That must be it. She knew she had to focus more on her studies and go to college. Perhaps, now she’d have a good, boring job as an accountant -or something- and she’d be complaining about her stupid boss and how mean her superior is being. Although… to be fair she hates boring. She likes danger. She loves it when she drives him insane and when neighbours call the cops on them. What is wrong with her?!
She has to leave! She needs to get away from him, from everyone. She will just abandon them all. But, he’ll be hurt and she’ll miss him. (Maybe if she gives him one more chance, the last one…) NO! She has to go somewhere far away. She could work at a diner. She can be polite with drunk idiots, if she wants to. (He’ll look for her and when he finds her she’ll pay for it. Nonsense! That won’t happen.) She will just disappear and he’ll be left regretting his bad deeds.
But, his eyes are so beautiful. She loves them. (SHE HATES HIM!) And sometimes -when he’s having a good day- he calls her “beautiful” and tells her he loves her. He can be sweet. (He can also be cruel.) Probably, he’s already feeling bad and in a couple of hours he’ll be back and they’ll start over. (Until, he gets angry again.) It’ll be perfect. (Yes, it will be.)
She stays. (He does apologise… for 6 days)
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A week later, the clock is broken. He kicked her and she fell on it. She was so sick and tired of that bloody clock, anyways. Why did it even show seconds? She’s curled up on the bed.
She might give him one last chance…
Good morning! Good evening! Good afternoon! Wherever you might be or whenever you might be reading this. How are you guys?! I genuinely wish you’re having a good day.
I know… I know… I write dark cliche stuff, OK!
I hoped you guys liked the story. Tell me what you thought in the comments!
Hugs, love and good vibes,
Mademoiselle FANTASY
P.S.: I am not French. The name was just one of those stupid ideas someone has, but likes them too much to let them go… 🙂
I DO own the story I wrote and the characters.
I DO NOT own the song “One Mississippi.” It belongs to the artist Zara Larsson and the video to the YouTube channel Equilanora.
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This was such a great story. I like how you made the character so complex: how you feel sorry for her and loathe her at the same time. You want to help her, but she doesn’t want your help. I would love to see this character as a part of a longer work, like a novella or novel. Great job, Mademoiselle. You continue to create characters that make you feel an array of emotions; characters that could be real people walking about in the real world. I am truly amazed at your talent every time I read your work. Cheers!
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Oh! Thank you so much! 🙂 I’m really glad you liked it. It’s actually inspired by the movie “I, Tonya” so if you wish to see more of this, I highly suggest it. It’s an awesome film.
Thanks again!
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Really?! That movie is in my queue, but because you highly recommend it, I’m going to watch it tonight. I also like the music from the movie, especially the song by Sufjan Stevens: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUvVjWR3zTQ
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Oh, yes! You MUST see it. It’s simply amazing from start to finish. The story, soundtrack, director, and especially the cast are phenomenal. My favourite actor (Sebastian Stan) plays the second lead role (Jeff) and his work is just perfect! I couldn’t recommend it more.
Tell me what you thought, when you see it! 🙂
P.S.: The song was so emotional… I really liked it.
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I’m going to watch it, and let you know. Speaking of Sebastian Stan, I went into a comic book store this weekend and saw a Cap and Bucky comic, and thought of you and your writing about their relationship. Cheers 🙂
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I see I have officially made you a stucky shipper😂 I wish there was a comic book store near my place, but unfortunately it’s in the other side of the city. Anyways, that’s why the great investion of the Internet exists. 😉
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Hey 👋 hope ur well – like the present work love the way u describe the conflicting emotiona in the girl. I missed ur pieces but i had to be away i am trying to vome back to my blog and enjoying all the wonderful writers around here. 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂 I hope everything is OK and that you’re back better!
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Yup hopefully back for good i have tied up my demons to the chain link of a bridge in Massachusetts. Ill start to post soon.
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Can’t wait to read your new creations!
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