Suspicious?

I look at my self in the full body mirror on the door. Turning around, I open the closet again, and pull out a pair of ripped jeans, and a white tank top. I pull off the flashy red dress that was way to short, and clashed with my skin tone. Pulling on the jeans, I think, about what I would be doing at Procyon at this time of night. Everyone else was asleep, yet I was sneaking out to a night club. I have to suck in my stomach to button the pants, and I even had a flat, toned out belly. I snatch a black belt with silver studs on it from the drawer, and lace it throught the loop hole. The white tank is a tight fit, but it looks nice once I have readjusted the straps a little. The finale to my whole outfit, are a pair of black high heels. My pants cuffs are long enough to cover the heel, and just show the tips of my purple painted toes. Before I leave, I walk to the bathroom, and grab a packet from under the sink cabinet. The label on the box says that the contacts will be sure to change any eyes color to a light green. It didnt assure that it would convert purple eyes. I run my finger nail under the flap and tear the box open. With shaky hands, I slip the contact into my eye, and examine it in the mirror. Besides the fact that my eye was a little red from poking it, the green looked authentic. I finish putting the other one in, and throw the box away. All ready. On the chair by the door, is a thin coat that I grab along with my car keys, and a $50. I quietly close the door behind me, and take a deep breath savoring the fresh air smell. Walking briskly to my truck, I wonder once again, why I was even doing this. I put the keys and the ingnition, and pull out of the gravelly drive way. The lights in the city are still flashing and neon, but no one is on the streets except for a few homeless drunks, and a stray alley cat here and there. When I pull up in front of the night club, music bubbles out from the doors, and shouts echo in the parking lot. I kill the engine, and at a layer of dark lip-stick to my full lips. Blinking my eyes, from the unaccustomed contacts, I walk in and immediately become overwhelmed by noises. Ignoring my mad desire to run, I push my way to the bar. I sit down and promptly order. One beer, please. I tell the bar tender, and grab the cool bottle when it's pushed at me. I turn to face the people, dancing, eating, but mostly drinking. I take a sip of the beer, and gag. I keep it in my hand, hoping I had a look that said, Dont mess with me. I had gotten a pretty good lead that They might be planning an attack here tonight. There's so much you can learn by evesdropping in a mall. So far, no one looked threating, but I wasn't about to leave when I had done so much to get here. I placed the bottle on the counter with a thud, but never batted an eyelid, keeping my unnatural green eyes on the crowd.

I grin for a moment at how we were dancing, slowly waltzing across the room. For a fleeting second, I picture my self wearing a corset, and a dark purple dress. A small flowery pattern with different shades of purple covers the part of the dress where it flares out. Lace is on the edges, and a siky bow under my bust. In my imagination, my dark hair is pinned up in a high bun, and a few strands fall down, framing my face and accenting my purple eyes. My Prince Charming was wearing a black tux, and a sharp red tie. We twirled around...

I blink back to reality, and shake my head, disgusted. How could I be thinking that when he was one of Them!? What was wrong with me!? Suddenly I was all dreamy like a little girl, who wishes desperatly to be a Princess. I was a 15 year old, and should be thinking of a way to get away from him. I sigh softy, he was just so...hard to leave. I look up into his eyes, and find no darkness, only a twinkle, that I guessed was smile. Gertie. I tell him saddly, keeping to the rules of using my fake, ugly, name when in the precense of one of Them. He was just so different, almost like he wanted to protect me from his family. Yours? I ask him, looking down at my feet, talking so quiet I doubted he could hear my question.