Monster Vanity

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-------Note, this entire entry takes place outside of US so not written in English, supposedly------

"A foreign female patient is staying with us for a month, she's on her way to our house from the airport and does not wish to be seen...so. Go to your room."
My mom commanded as she lit candles and set them high on the book shelf. The eerie flames flickered casting long dancing shadows on the walls. The damn typhoon blasted out our electricity.

I think it was around 3AM or 4AM. The heat was unbearable. My room was practically a candle lit sauna. I tossed and turned...then suddenly.

You know one of them creepy, slightly opaque glass door, that reveals a figure behind the door, but you couldn't really make out the shape? Yeah...unfortunately, a portion of my door had that shiet.

I kid you not, I saw a female silhouette , long flowing hair just gently floated by my door. The golden flickering flame emanating from the small candle on her hand shone brightly through the cracks of my door.

I nearly pissed my pants. lol...who the fuq...walks around the house at this hour? ( I'm glad I remembered my mom telling me about the female patient or I might have died from a heart attack.) The occasional earsplitting thunder claps overhead and the pit patting of violent raindrop striking against our aluminum roof, rustling Bengal Almond trees scrapping against my window panes were not lightening the mood either.

Maybe I'll go say hi to the female patient. Wait, she does not wish to be seen. Well, I'll say hi...without showing my face...or have her even known about my presence. LOL.

The door moaned a loud creeeaaaaaak as I gently pushed it open. Well damn. Can you be any louder?

I squeezed myself beside the book case by the stairway and placed a broom in front of me. It was dark enough, unless you squint hard to look, I'm...barely there.

There's a small corridor embedded between my room and the staircase leading up to the patient's guest room. She had to walk by where I (kinda) hid.

Anyways, footsteps.
Going up the stairs,
going up the stairs.
Walk faster woman, you're giving me anxiety. I hate that butterflies feelings when I'm anticipating something.

There she was. From my hiding place, I could see the emerging back of a long haired woman ascending in a white dress through the handrails.

Her face looked as if she was freshly yanked from under a bus. ( And that's politely putting it). Swelling and bruised around her eyes. Her nose was flat, large, bulged up, pinching her eyes downward. The obvious bruising on her chin seemed as though someone shoved a mango in the interior of her mandibles.  The bruises cover most of her face were of different shades of gray ( hah, shades of gray...Heard about that book.) A bandage ran across the bottom of her chin...I cringed in pain just looking at her.

What the hell happened to her?

I know, I know. Other kids probably screamed and freaked the hell out. I'm just a big fan of horror movies. Being the son of a doctor, I've seen my fair shares of horror for the past 12 years. It takes a lot more than a scary, bruised, disfigured face to set on my panic mode.

Like maybe if that face was approaching my direction and perhaps oh fuhh. LOOKING RIGHT STRAIGHT AT ME. OH FU. OH FU.Should I just jump out, say hi, confess to what I did? Or maybe, like oh god, I was looking for my book under on the side of the bookcase? or Hi? How are you doing? Me? Oh, I'm just creeping on you. Fu!

She's walking closer and closer and closer. Her candle lights brightened the bookcase as she got closer. My heart raced.

But—oh dear god—she just took a turn at the end of the corridor and continue walking up the staircase leading to her room. Her translucent dress swung right past my face ( I was crouching down). I let out a sigh. She reeked of metallic scent of blood and rubbing alcohol.

What is she, blind? How did she not see me?

Anyways. For the next four nights. She did the same damn thing. Treading up and down the staircases several time around 3AM-4AM. God knows why.

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"Maybe she's a vampire who doesn't sleep?" My older sister chimed in. "Or a monster of some sort..."

For a 9th grader to still believe in the existence of vampires? I could just disown my older sister right then and there.

Not looking up from my Parkour video game. I replied, "or maybe the time zones are different and she can't sleep."

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My older sister left for her afternoon tutoring session.

I'm left with the duty of bringing water and lunch tray up to our guest's room as usual. Specific instructions to leave outside her door, knock, and promptly "get your ass down stairs." (Mom said, I quoted lol.)

The familiar faint moaning escaped from the walls as I approached her room. Whatever she had, or whatever happened to her, must have been excruciating.

The painful moaning/growling was more intense today. Yea, that's a bit scary.

"Your lunch is delivered...can I do anything else?" I knocked. -silence-

Complete utter silence. Should I be worried?

"Ma'am, I'm going to intrude inside your room...Scream if you wish me not to. Are you hurt?" I slowly glided the glass door. The guest room was empty.

Did she just vanish to thin air? Then I faceslapped myself. My parents separated the one guest rooms into two parts/or rooms.

On the table right by the door and cabinet, were medicine bottles. I took a look at the bottles with English words written over them. Several packs of pills, bottles, capsules laid around. I read the ingredients— aspirin, ibuprofen, naproxen. (Nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs to reduce swelling and soreness, alleviate pain.)

I approached the wall separating the room in two and lightly tapped on the gliding door.

No answer. I probably should leave. What if she's napping? I bended down to leave the tray by the door.

WHOOOSH-That shiet SLIDED open. A hand SHOT out and grabbed me by my wrist. Her chewed up red nails dug into my skin.

"KYAH!" I screeched like a little feline. Not my proudest moment but she took me by surprise.

-----note....I was talking to her in Vietnamese the entire time prior to this-------------------

"Sorry..." She spoke in English to me. Oh, she came from the US after all. ( I kinda guessed because of the English on the bottles but wasn't sure...) She slid a paper with a drawing of a glass of water on it through the small crack of the gliding door.

Me: You...want water?

Her: OH MY GOD! YOU SPEAK ENGLISH! -she gasped, her voice was small and weak-

Me:...try to...hahah. Not so good at it but yeah...I'll get your water.

Her: You're doing really well. Please just slide the water through the crack of the gliding door...hahah I wouldn't want to scar you & give you nightmares with my hideous face. I'm a monster.

Me: ( thinking...yeah a little late for that lol.) No such thing as monsters. But fine. What kind of monster are you? –I smiled-

Her: I'm a monster named Vanity. -wry chuckle-

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No further interaction afterward. Around three weeks later, my family threw one of them family reunion parties. For New Year. ( Really late.)

The other younger cousins: So...heard you guys harbor a monster upstairs. Let's go see its face.

Me: Wow there, not so fast. She's not a monster. She does not wish to be seen. Go downstairs.

They pants'd me. Giggled and ran upstairs. Of course, I'm mortified, tumbling around to pull my pants up, another cousin a year older than me, an 8th grade tomboy kneed me in the crotch to ensure I'd stay down.

It's not easy being a Samaritan. I moaned out in pain and anger and practically crawled up the stairs snarling their names. Too late, they reached the patient's room.

I could see hesitation, fear written across the faces of the younger ones. The older tomboy just reached straight for the handle.

-GLIDEEEEEEEEEEEE-

The door glided by itself before the tomboy even reached it. The motion startled her into backing away two steps. Eyes glued onto the gliding door.

Sunlight streamed through the door, illuminating the dark corridor.

A figure of a woman appeared by the side of the door, leaning against it. I correct myself. A young woman, 18-20s.

I braced myself for their blood curling scream...they didn't.

"Omg...you...are...beautiful." I heard the little ones gasped. "Are you a fairy?"

What? Not the expected blood-curling scream.

I finally dragged my ass up the stairs to see the full figure.
A light floral scent of Jasmine flowers, gentle mixed of bergamot and fresh linen greeted me by the steps.

Against the gliding door, stood a perfect hour glass figure inside her silky dress embraced by the mellow morning rays. Sun-kissed oval face, sculptured jawline, large shimmering golden brown eyes accompanied by her bashful lashes. Locks of lustre copper brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. She glanced down her well defined nose bridge at us. Her high cheek bones glowed like cherry blossoms. Her heart-shaped, plump, vigorous peachy lips curved into a half smile. She ran her elongated fingertips through the stream of silky long hair and crouched down. The sun rays radiated behind her. If beauty were a weapon. I'd be dead. She could have been an angel for all I know.

I translated my cousin's question. She tilted her head back into a laughter. Then looked us dead in the eyes.

Female client: No, -her eyes glistened, she shook her head- I'm a monster. A monster named Vanity.

She smiled the saddest smile. Her raspy voiced echoed in my head.

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Monster Vanity left the following week. I cleaned out her room as ordered and found a brochure of our famous local plastic surgery center.

I finally understood what she meant by "Monster Vanity."

I wouldn't call her Monster Vanity though. Just a mere young woman claimed by Monster Vanity and Monster Vanity is out there, prowling for its new targets. The young souls in pursue of beauty to become Artificial Angels.
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Fictional piece inspired by true events.
Camazing
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Nero--Angelo's avatar
I <3 this story so much <3<3<3

damn . . . I just realized I'm reading it two months later . . . I'M REALLY FAR BEHIND XD