©copyrighted,mel terry,1/7/13
Yesterday was Friday. She loves Fridays, I'd even go as far as saying she looks forward to it all week. Personally, I don't like Fridays. I always feel I work harder on a Friday, and that work is always ignored. Honestly, I feel like I could scream myself mute and stomp my feet and she'd walk straight past me without the batting of an eyelid. I suppose I should be used to it by now, her stomach churning indifference to me, but i'm not, and it still annoys the hell out of me when she ignores me like that. Hurts too.
Meet Mel, she's your average 26 year old woman. She knows what she likes and sticks to her guns. I admire that quality so much in her, I've even replicated it in aspects of my own personality. When she was younger she was a blonde haired, blue eyed angel, now she's a black haired, blue eyed, tattooed and pierced demon! Yet I love the bones of her for it. She listens to the same music as me, a pure rock and roll chick, and she's that rare type of nerdy that is not only endearing but also contradictory cool. She makes me laugh, despite her sense of humour being cutting and some what unladylike, she never fails to make me cry laughing. To say she's the apple of my eye would be an understatement, everything I do I do for her. Yet there are days I think she doesn't know I exist. There are also days when I know she knows I'm here but chooses to ignore me. Like Fridays. I think Fridays are the only day I truly resent her. If she would open her eyes and ears to me things could be so much different. Instead I'm always in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce when her guards down.
Mel's beautiful. Sometimes, when I'm watching her put on her make up in the bathroom mirror, I feel overwhelmed with sadness that she can't see the beauty in herself. Her eyes are stunning, a shade of blue that seems to change dependant on mood and sparkles when she's excited about something. Her hair is long, beautifully thick and as black as a moonless night. Yet she hates it, and usually just wears it up in a scruffy top knot. God, if I could just get my hands on it for ten minutes I could style it into something so beautiful she'd love her thick hair, instead of cursing it and feeling envious of those with fine hair. Her lips are amazing, I love it when she puts on her cherry red lipstick. It suits her so much, the white crystal lip stud she wears sparkles in the light and draws attention to those beautiful lips. She also has traditional ear piercings, a purple scaffold piercing running through her left ear and ear tunnels in both ears. Both tunnels are at 10mm, lady like, yet totally bad ass. When she decided to get those I jumped for joy, not that she saw me.
The trouble with Mel is that she's a big girl. Always has been, and when I say big I mean big. When I last sneaked a peek at her scales she was topping 25 stone, and I know that's what stops her from seeing the beauty I see when she looks in the mirror.
I know she can do this. She's so much stronger than she thinks. I just need to find away of helping her. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I've needed to be subtle, move in slow yet hard, gain her trust before she'd see me and listen to me. Even now she knows and trusts me she still suffers from selective deafness..and blindness. Honestly, she can be infuriating at times, but I put up with it all because I love her more than she'll ever know, and I also know she's going through a lot right now. She's off work right now with depression and anxiety issues. She also has pretty severe insomnia. The latter I've used to my advantage, got up real close in the middle of the night while her boyfriend slept soundly beside her, and whispered into her ear. Whispered sweet nothings, whispered ideas and generally motivated her. Slowly but surely she started to listen to my words. Getting her to that point was the hardest part, but she slowly opened up to me, and despite occasional slip ups, which I need to accept seeing as she's only human, I think she may have cracked it.
By this point I'm sure your wondering who I am and how I know so much about this girl. My girl. My beautiful Mel. Well, please allow me to introduce myself. Which, to be honest, would be a whole lot easier if I actually had a name to tell you. Who am I? Simple. I'm the thin girl inside Mel, and together Mel and I are going to take on the world.
Buckle up. I anticipate a bumpy ride.
