Writing In Role

                                        5/13/15

         Writing in Role Chps 2-4- Akunna Nwaogu

Daisy

I looked at my reflection in the gold-framed standing mirror wearing a silky lavender dress patterned with spring flowers, that hit right below my knees. It’s the night of my bridal shower and I am just now coming to the realization that I am going to marry a man I don’t love. Can’t love. It’s fake, all of it is fake. We don’t know each other let alone love each other. I have never loved anybody, even the man we shall not speak of, I never loved him either. I’m under so much pressure from my parents to marry this rich man of the last name Buchanan. My conflicting thoughts are tearing me apart and I want to crawl into a deep hole and never return.

It was all so much easier when I was young. I was beautiful, electric, the main attraction. All the boys would swoon as I walked by, but how those days feel so ancient now. So far gone, that I can’t even remember the person I used to be. I can’t live like this, if this is how I am feeling just being Tom’s fiancee, then I clearly should not be promising any vows to him. I am afraid that I am unstable and my interests change quickly, I cannot be held down by just one man.

I was crying now, mascara and pastels eyeshadows smudged across my cheeks. The bottle of fancy wine that was twenty minutes before filled was now almost empty. Feeling lightheaded I stumbled over to my bed and sprawled out absorbing my last bit of freedom and somewhat contentedness.  

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There was a knock on the bedroom door that broke me out of my trance. “Open...comeeee”, I slurred. I propped myself up with my elbow as Jordan gave me a half surprised half disappointed look.

“‘What’s the matter, Daisy?’” (Fitzgerald 59)

“‘Hear, deares’” (Fitzgerald 59) I searched around for that stupid pearl necklace that belong to whoever Tom had been with the previous time.

“ ‘Take ’em down-stairs and give ’em back to whoever they belong to. Tell ’em all Daisy’s change’ her mine. Say:Daisy’s change’ her mine!’.” (Fitzgerald 60)

I cried and cried until I couldn’t feel my eyes anymore. I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in a warm bath...still confused as ever.