Black is the new black they said.

Who cares about trends? We don't have to be all the same. Right? Seems I was the only one who thought that way. Upon arriving at the party I realized it. 

The stares I received were proof of the narrow-mindedness of our time. There wasn't a soul in that ballroom that wasn't clad in black but me.

What a bunch of damn copycats.

If that's what people always referred to as “fitting in”, then no thanks, I don't want to fit in. If fitting in means I have to wear, think, choose, eat, do exactly as everyone else does, then count me out of your circle. I can't stand that repeating pattern, that vicious cycle.

I crossed the room proudly, smirking my way deep into the division. I stopped at the big mirrors in the east section. I was merely looking at my reflection when the answer to the question I had been asking myself for quite a long time appeared before my eyes.

Strings.

Shiny, fragile strings.

I abruptly turned around and scanned the room thoroughly.

They were attached to everyone. There wasn't anyone who didn't have a string handcuffed to their wrists. Some even had them around their ankles.

Puppets.

Really? Were people allowing themselves to become something as miserable and lifeless as a puppet?! 

Never. I'll never allow it. At least, I won't allow myself. If others are too blind to notice it then hell with them.

I turned my gaze once again to the mirror. I saw my own wrists were stringed.

Risking a glance at my right side, I saw them. The strings. There were hundreds of them, draping like curtains from the high ceiling. Waiting for their next prey. Waiting to strike again.

I turned my wrists and looked at them. To the thin string holding them. Then I looked at myself through the mirror. And I saw something that made me want to crawl on the ground right there and then: doubt.

Questions started to pop in my mind, wanting to drive me mad, wanting me to change my mindset, wanting me to become something I wasn't.

I kept my composure. I could do this. I could overcome the doubt. I just had to want it. Yes, I just had to yearn for it and fight for it.

I spared a look at the reflection of the room. Sad, sad creatures they were.

Smirking hard at the me in the mirror, I gracefully undid the strings in my wrists by simply brushing them off and wanting it like nothing else in my entire life.

Boldly, I walked straight to the large stairway in the end of the dance hall.

Fearless, I climbed all of the stairs under the hawk stares of all the puppets in the division.

I knew no one was supposed to actually get near those stairs, much less climb them. Which was exactly the reason I wanted to climb them in the first place.

If I don't make the first move, I may become stuck on that wheel of forceful “fitting in”.

I valorize my uniqueness too much to lose it over something as futile as trying to be part of a group of soulless pawns in a game I don't even want to play.

Life isn't something frivolous you can light-heartedly play with.

After all, I thought with a genuine smile plastered for everyone to see, la vie est belle, if you know how to properly live it. 

 

 

24.12.2012 - 25.12.2012

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Whoaaa, I had to get that out of my system! Even if it's only a drabble ^^'

Hope you enjoyed this! And no, Key isn't wearing a dress, but a tuxedo [even though I don't mention it].

Merry Christmas everyone!

Inesu :)