Her smooth honey golden locks shimmered luxuriously in the spotlights as bolts of flashlights blinded her. Tuning out her inner hysteria, she plumped up her lips and firmly pressed a smile on her face with rehearsed efficiency knowing full well she will wake up in the morning tomorrow on the cover of every major news bulletin.
Looking fabulous was not an option for her, but it had been a very long time since she gave a damn.
The endless seas of nameless, screaming adoring faces stretched before her endlessly, their screams and shouts filtering seamlessly into a single note buzz before finally switching back to the dead silence she had learnt to transfuse. One of the coping mechanisms compulsory she taught herself to protect her from feeling trapped in one delicious enticing nightmare.
She fought the rising urge of frustration beneath her cool veneer as she smiled and posed in her breath taking ocean blue gown that glittered and sparkled as the gentle breeze played with her diamond encrusted seams. It had started out a tiny pocket of tenaciousness, one she was able to ignore and control, but it had grew slowly with time and threatened to engulf her with the throbbing emptiness she felt deep in her core-one that she couldn’t turn a blind eye to no matter how she tried.
Why do I feel this way? She wondered. Everything on paper was perfect. She was the person every human being in the planet wanted to be, but with every success the feeling just got bigger and bigger and now it had stacked up into a formidable heap- blinding her successes in a flash with its illicitness.
Desperation was eating her up slowly and she knew it would soon be time before she loses her grip and trip up.
Smiling for one last time, she turned her back and walked back to the glossy limousine, looking every bit the porcelain goddess the world sees her to be.
