Lolita, darling

So who truly wears the mask? The fool or the fool who follows them?

Lolita, darling

There was one thing you needed to know about her, before anything else. She was beautiful, but inside, she was horrid. She had a hidden talent of being both an enemy and a friend, and quite often no one knew which one was better. Everyone hated her, men adored her, and women wanted to be her.

 

Oh, but what did that prove about how she felt? There had to be something there. She was so beautiful, so how could she be so insecure? She was so lively, so how could she be so dark inside? She sought comfort in the wrong places; she put herself out there like she was going to take over the world one man at a time while stomping other women down with her sparkling high heels.

Lolita, darling, you really rock red,

You should bathe in blood,

You should lick it off your lips.

 

We hated her, loathed her. But we loved it when she was our friend. We could boast to others that she accepted us and we had her approval. We would walk with her down the halls and hold our heads high, like we were the rulers of the universe that served only our Queen, who rocked bright red heels better than anyone.

 

“Beauty is what I am.” She would say. “Beauty is all I know.”

 

Often, when my days were spent wondering why I found so much comfort in her friendship, I started writing down my thoughts, if only to give them sort of clarity.

 

Lolita, darling, you’re like fine China,

You’re delicate,

You’re smooth, sleek…

 

Where was I going with this?

 

Lolita, darling, fine China is the prettiest in the set,

But it is the easiest to break,

Is that what you want to make known?

 

It wasn’t as if she would ever see these words. She could never know that I had her figured out. She was a walking, talking mess; she was every man’s dream and, when we were with her, we felt the same way.

 

The only time men looked at me was when I was with her. I was known as her friend; I had no identity of my own. Why was I ok with that?

 

Really, I wasn’t. But years of pretending to be made it seem real. I willed myself to believe that I was ok with it because I didn’t want to lose her as a friend.

 

That just goes to show, she made me believe something and I wanted to believe it so much that it became my reality.

 

Lolita, darling, you are a nightmare,

Lolita, darling, you are a demon,

Lolita, darling, I am sorry it had to end this way.

 

I wish I could have made it cleaner, her murder. She was too pretty to die in such a ugly pool of red… but she did rock it better than anyone.

 

Damn her for looking even prettier in death than she did in life. Perhaps it was because her mask was gone, and everything she had felt inside was spilled all over the tiles of her bathroom floor.

 

Lolita, darling, with your death… you have given me life.

 

There was one thing you needed to know about her, before anything else. She was beautiful, but inside, she was horrid. She had a hidden talent of being both an enemy and a friend, and quite often no one knew which one was better. Everyone hated her, men adored her, and women wanted to be her.

 

As for me? Well I did the world a favor.

 

Lolita, darling, your mask looks better on me.

Author's Note

Today, I heard a conversation in my mythology class between two freshmen girls. One line spoken is something I won't forget: "I hate her, I literally want to be her."
It inspired me to write this story. Hope you like it!!

Reviews=motivation!

-Mila

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a amazing story.
"Lolita, darling, you’re like fine China,
You’re delicate,
You’re smooth, sleek…"
You create place, vision of beauty and bad situation. Something can tempt us and we have only one way to go. Sadness. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Mila]

Thank you!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Rebecca Leigh]

This story was very intriguing, and much more macabre than I first thought. it has a sinister controling tension within it, which gave me a sense of suffocation and suspense. Well done my friend... You did not reveal too much too quickly, but let the series of events unfold naturally and take their time.

[Mila]

Thank you!! :)

[NoelHC]

A very interesting tale, well written as usual. A dark side of your writing, intriguing to see this.

[Mila]

Thank you!! :)

[Arrinae]

Well done! I was very curious to find out where it was going, and I loved where it went! Thank you so much for sharing with me dear. I really have no criticism to give on this piece.

[Mila]

Thank you! :)

[Jennie Baron]

An absolutely delicious piece of writing! How many of us know someone who's at least a little Lolita? The structure of this story is amazingly perfect. It took a little while for me to realize where you were going with this, so the exposition of information is perfect. This is also a nice change from your fantasy tales. Thanks for sharing!

[Mila]

Thank you, Jennie! I was worried that this wouldn't work, but I'm glad that you can relate! :)