Vanity

I am beautiful. Do not think I am conceited, for denying it would be lying, because it is obvious that I am beautiful. Everyone knows it. The look of jealousy I get from other girls, and the fascinated stares I receive from males, all types of males: young, old, I even had a young grade-schooler call me an angel. Of course it was followed by a “will you be my wife?” and a lollipop in replacement of an engagement ring. It was so cute, just like the boy himself was adorable.

I don’t use a lot of time to perfect my appearance, simply because I don’t need to. Someone once told me that I look radiant in whatever I wear, so I find myself in simple outfits, usually dresses and skirts to sustain my undying grace and elegance. I love my long dresses; they’re so loose and comfortable, but most importantly I feel like a princess or a saint, and I know everyone sees me that way as well.

And of course my golden hair is flawless also. It’s even the appropriate color of gold, representing the rich, just like how I’m rich with beauty. And what would be the point in fixing up hair that is already impeccable? All that needs to be done is to wash it, dry it, and then brush it so that it’ll shine. And when it falls around my face it compliments pink skin. Pink, I think I shall wear pink today.

Now, many people ask me about make-up and I always laugh at them. Why would I wear make-up when I know I don’t need it? There is no enhancement of beauty for the epitome of vanity. That over-priced face paint would merely mask my good looks. Why would I be so stupid? For, if I wore make-up, not only would my face be covered, but I would eventually need make-up. That stuff ruins your skin, your complexion, and then you get pimples because it clogs your pores; it is just not worth it. You’d become more attractive from eating McDonald’s everyday.

And speaking of McDonald’s, the reason why everyone is obese, my figure, like the rest of me, is flawless. I’m not too tall nor am I too short. I’m toned with an athletic body, so I’m not deathly skinny but I also lack excess blubber. And my breasts are perky, but not overwhelmingly large. And my hips are perfectly curved and are connected to muscular legs. Even though I would like to say that I was born this way, I cannot deny that I’ve gotten help from the gym. Sometimes you have to work for perfection. Lucky for me I don’t have to work hard.

Now that I have dressed myself in a pale pink short-sleeved t-shirt and long ruffled white skirt I am ready to leave for work. I enter my light blue buggy, for girls who are as cute as I need cute cars to compliment them. And with a smile on my face I drive off to the café I work at. It’s not far at all. The journey only requires a short drive on the highway. Ah, there’s my exit. Before turning I shall make sure my appearance is still unblemished. I’m so thankful that I’m ble—

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It’s been a week since I was sent to the hospital for being in a car accident. All I remember is some idiot ramming into the back of my tiny buggy, and then I lost control and ran off the road. I hit my head and passed out after tumbling s couple of times, but apparently my car caught on fire. I can believe that. I believe it every time I look in the mirror and I see the hideous bandages on my once angelic face! And now…now I’m a demon! I’m nothing less than a grotesque beast! What am I? What do I have without my beauty?

I can’t even look at myself. As if the bandages weren’t disgusting enough, what lies underneath them is even more appalling! How can I live this way? How can an angel live as a devil? Hell is the only place for me now. I cannot live in this world any longer.

And everyone knows only the beautiful deserve a pretty death, so mine shall be as ugly as I. I pull out the gun hidden underneath my bed. It was supposed to be for protection. I never would have imagined I would use such a thing for such a thing. But then again, I never imagined I’d lose my beauty so suddenly.

I put the gun to my temple, and I shiver slightly for it is a very cold item, but death itself is quite cold even if where I am going is the exact opposite. I’ll be at home there where all the other beasts reside. I close my eyes and then…oh so slowly…I pull the trig…