Celeste“Bye!” Fiona said, waving as she walked up the steps to her house. “See you tomorrow; and don’t forget to pack your gym clothes!”“I won’t,” I replied with a smile. I watched my friend disappear inside her house, and then headed down the street toward my own house. It wasn’t a long walk—just a few blocks.The rush of the day's accomplishments was still coursing through me when I pushed open the door to our shared home.But that high vanished the moment my gaze landed on the scene before me.“Jack!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the hallways. But I was met with only silence.Laid out in front of me was a trail of cornflower blue fabric. Each piece had been shredded and painstaking laid out in an obvious path leading up the stairs.Tears flowed freely as I slowly and shakily followed the path that had been left for me. With each step, my legs felt heavier, my soul felt more crushed.The trail disappeared under my bedroom door. A sob caught in my throat, and my hand shook
CelesteThe dining room was filled with the sound of conversation and laughter. None of Jack’s friends—not even Matt—was aware of my inner turmoil. I chose to keep it that way.I avoided Matt’s gaze. Although he laughed and spoke with his friends, I couldn’t unsee that sad look in his eyes.He had seen my messages already; I could only imagine what I would see when I turned on my phone later. I should have blocked him right after I hit send and saved us both the trouble.Each dish I served was met with Jack's scrutinizing eyes, his lips twisting into a smirk every time he opened his mouth to speak. But I kept my head down, pouring water into glasses and refilling dishes, focusing on the repetitive motions to distract myself from his constant jabs.Be the perfect sister, I kept thinking to myself, my body moving mechanically as though I was being operated by a remote control. Don’t feel. Just serve.“Celeste, this chicken is overcooked,” Jack hissed. He then turned to his nearest frien
CelesteThe midday sun streamed through the windows to the hallway of the lecture center, filling the corridor with a warm glow.Students bustled back and forth, some of them sitting on the benches and basking in the warmth of the sun in between classes. I was headed to my next class with no intention of doing anything after class except going home and wallowing some more over the ill fate of my beautiful blue dress.“Celeste!”Fiona’s shrill voice suddenly cut through the air, followed by the sound of her feet pounding against the tile floor. Broken from my pouting, I whipped around to see her storming toward me, holding her phone up.“You’re not coming to the gym today? Or ever?” she growled, stopping less than a foot away from me. Her phone was open to the text that I had sent her earlier that morning.I had deliberated for a long time over what to say, and finally settled for something simple: “Sorry, but I can’t come to the gym today. Or ever, actually. Sorry!”“Um… Yeah,” I said
CelesteThe rain had started as a gentle drizzle but now beat steadily against the window panes. The world outside was blurred, creating a scene of shimmering lights and hazy figures. The atmosphere felt thick with anticipation.The dress store loomed ahead, its bright sign a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. It stood there like an old friend, though the circumstances under which I was returning were anything but friendly.“Celeste, are you sure you want to wait outside?” Fiona asked, concern evident in her voice.“Yes. I just... I don’t want to go in there. Not after the last time. What if someone recognizes me?”Fiona sighed. “Alright, but stay close to the entrance. I’ll be in and out in a jiffy.”I nodded, pulling my hood further over my face, taking solace in the comforting darkness it provided. Fiona gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping into the store.With a deep breath, I leaned against the cold brick wall beside the entrance, focusing on the rhythmic pa
CelesteWhen I arrived at home, Jack was none the wiser. I prepared dinner for us—Jack’s favorite, steak and mashed potatoes. I kept quiet as I cleaned the kitchen until it sparkled, and brought Jack an ice cold glass of beer while he sat in the living room.“You’re trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” he asked. “You’re not going to that dance, Celeste. It’s for your own good; trust me. Trust your brother.”“I trust you,” I lied, forcing a fake smile. “And I’m not trying to butter you up. I’m just… Apologizing.”Jack narrowed his eyes at me, but took the glass of beer nonetheless and muttered some words of thanks. I retreated to my room, pacing back and forth and chewing on my nails as I waited for the perfect chance. I had to wait until he was relaxed and drunk for this to work.…A couple of hours later, the house was filled with the deep thrumming of a bass line. The music was Jack’s way of signaling that he was well into his evening festivities. I popped up out of my bed and began
CelesteThe sun had already dipped beneath the horizon by the time I arrived at Fiona's house. The golden hues of dusk greeted me, and with every step towards her front door, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest.Today was finally the day of the ball. Jack had bought my excuse, and our plan was in motion.It was sure to be a tumultuous night, what with having to call my brother every hour and send him the pictures that Fiona and I took ahead of time, but it was a sacrifice that I was willing to make for the sake of getting the chance to attend the ball… and see Matt.Matt still had no idea that I was coming. I was too afraid to text him in case he talked to my brother and they somehow put two and two together. Hopefully, he didn’t have another date lined up; but if the texts he sent me were any indication, it seemed to me that he didn’t.I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he finally saw me there. In my mind, it was like a fairytale. I imagined his eyes widenin
CelesteThe opulent ballroom swirled around me, a kaleidoscope of color, music, and laughter.But at that moment, time felt suspended. Matt’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, hand outstretched. “May I have this dance?”For a split second, my mind raced to find an answer, but my heart knew it had only one. “Of course,” I replied, allowing my fingers to slide into his strong grasp.Matt's fingers curled around mine, his gaze piercing into my masked face, the world melting away into nothing but the two of us. The swell of the music rose, and as we moved to the rhythm, there was a palpable tension in the air.His grip was firm, yet gentle, leading me effortlessly across the floor, our steps matching perfectly.“I thought you said you weren’t coming,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What changed?”I shrugged. “My mind changed,” I lied. “That’s all.”“Well, I’m not complaining. I’m just happy to see you again.” He smirked, that familiar smirk I’d seen countless times. “You know,
Celeste“I know who this ‘Mystery Girl’ is.”The moment Sabrina’s voice uttered those words, I retreated further into the stall, praying she wouldn’t discover me. My breath hitched in my throat as I pressed myself up against the wall.The whispers and giggles filled the space, my heart rate accelerating with every insinuation.“Come on, Sabrina, just spill already! Who is this mystery girl? And what’s with the mask?” I recognized Eliza's voice; she and Sabrina had been two peas in a toxic pod since… well, since forever.Sabrina let out a teasing laugh. “A girl has to have her secrets, doesn’t she?” she cooed. “Just wait. Time will tell.”“Aww, Brina!” another voice whined. “You can’t leave us hanging like this!”Sabrina just chuckled again and tapped the side of her head. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’m cooking something up in here. It’s gonna be good; trust me.”Hidden within the confines of the stall, my breathing grew shallow as the cold bite of Sabrina’s words continued to sprea