Kindle. Although, I might be feeling a bit inclined to break the damn think on purpose.
After reading that blood filled horror novel I’d dreamed my wedding was back on, but just as I walked down the aisle a giant vampire crashed my wedding. He was massive in my dream and he drank the blood of all my wedding guests. What was most disturbing about my dream was that I’d done nothing to stop the carnage as my back-stabbing friends who’d cancelled were disembowelled and sucked dry of all their blood.
When I crash into bed at the end of the worst day ever to exist, I can’t help thinking that my warm bath had not stopped my brain from snapping if my horrific dream is anything to go by.
Chapter 21
Today is the day.
I sit up in bed. “I’m getting married today!”
My head feels fuzzy with happiness. I grab my compact mirror off the bedside table and peer into it.
Why are my eyes so puffy?
I poke one of my upper lids. My eyes are actually swollen shut.
Oh yeah! I’d spent the entirety of late yesterday crying because my wedding was cancelled.
I flop back onto my pillow, completely despondent.
I think I hear a far off ringing sound, but I’m too depressed to care. Somehow, I think my feet are concerned, because they’ve carried me all the way downstairs without my brain’s conscious awareness.
Ping.
A text message from Georgina reads that she’s re-booked the venue for our wedding today.
Ping.
Another text message from Tina saying she’s on her way to the venue to do my hair and nails.
Ring. Ring.
Checking my voicemail I find a dozen messages. One of them is Paige telling me with flustered words that she will be catering my reception.
Ring. Ring. An incoming call.
I now find myself answering the caller. “Hello?” My far off voice says.
“Oh my god, Em!” It’s Lara. My former best friend. “I’m so sorry! Can you ever forgive me? I’m coming over right now!”
That woman. Her name was Lara. She hung up on me. Just like yesterday. But today? What were her words on the phone just now? I don’t know. All I know is hopelessness.
I still can’t call my fiancé to tell him the bad news about the wedding. I’m numb.
Bang, bang, bang.
There’s quite a noise coming from the front door. I’ve decided to lie down on the sofa for the rest of my life though, so whoever’s out there will just have to go away.
“Em!” Lara’s head peeks in through the open window. “Open the door, Em! I’m so sorry! I’m so so so so so so soooooooorrreeeeee—”
I whip open the front door. I’m wearing my fluffy bathrobe and it flutters in the breeze.
“Oh my god, Em, your eyes!” Lara bursts into tears and throws her arms around my neck. “I’m so sorry,” she keeps saying over and over. “I’ve finished your dress alterations… I promise… I shouldn’t have cancelled on you like that… I’m so sorry…”
“So my dress is ready?”
Lara finally lets me go. “Yes! Em! It’s very ready! Your dress is perfect!”
Something registers in my mind and it’s telling me that my wedding is back on again. Perhaps I should feel something about this, but I just can’t find any emotions within me right now.
“Okay,” I mumble with a very croaky voice. “Let’s go to Mortsbaton Court.”
“Yes. Let’s!” Lara is excitable.
I, however, am numb.
I drag myself upstairs feeling heavy. Funny, I’d have thought crying myself to sleep last night would’ve enabled me to lose weight, what with all the water I’d lost through tear spillage.
Alas, it must be my lot in life to remain a huge heffer.
“Here! Put this on.” Lara is throwing bits of clothing at me now. She’s standing in front of my wardrobe muttering and apologizing non-stop. I don’t really care though. She can apologise all she wants, I don’t think my puffy eyes are capable of seeing her as a friend ever again.
I don’t know though. I’m not even sure I know who this woman is. It’s so strange being devoid of feelings.
“Oh my god.”
Lara says something that isn’t the word ‘sorry’, which surprises me enough to pay attention. She’s holding onto a dress she’s just pulled from my wardrobe.
“I told you to wear this to your wedding on the phone yesterday, didn’t I?” Lara swallows, hard. Her eyes fill with tears as she looks up at me.
“Yeah, you did suggest that.” I answer her solemnly.
She walks over to me. “You’re never going to forgive me, are you?” Her voice cracks