Stardust

Stardust

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Megan Striker was diagnosed with major depressive disorder at the tender age of eleven. Now twenty three and struggling to find her place in life, she continues to battle with herself as the days grow increasingly dim. In addition to her inner demons constantly tormenting her, other aspects of her life seem to be deteriorating as well. Again and again she is visited by misfortune, a deadly combination that hits her when she is at her all-time weakest.

Ready to finally give in to the dark feelings inside of her, Megan runs away into the woods, determined to end her life. That is where she meets Zack, a mysterious young man who will change everything.
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Summary

Megan Striker was diagnosed with major depressive disorder at the tender age of eleven. Now twenty three and struggling to find her place in life, she continues to battle with herself as the days grow increasingly dim. In addition to her inner demons constantly tormenting her, other aspects of her life seem to be deteriorating as well. Again and again she is visited by misfortune, a deadly combination that hits her when she is at her all-time weakest.

Ready to finally give in to the dark feelings inside of her, Megan runs away into the woods, determined to end her life. That is where she meets Zack, a mysterious young man who will change everything.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Mirrors

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Submitted: May 09, 2017

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"Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only." - Samuel Butler

 

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She hated mirrors. She had always hated mirrors.

 

Well, perhaps there was a time in her life when she was very young and mirrors meant nothing to her, but she couldn't recall such a time. How nice that must have been, to be so blissfully ignorant of these reflective surfaces and the horrors they possessed. How they detailed every flaw, every insecurity, in perfect view of your own eyes so that you may learn exactly how you appear in the eyes of others, and of the flaws they see on you every day. So that you may be fully aware of each and every thing that makes you an imperfect being, from the brittle split-ends on your crown down to your flabby, much-too-wide thighs. They were like a metaphorical highlighter, outlining the things about you that needed to be revised, that were not good enough, not good enough at all. 

 

Now, looking into one such abomination, the girl known as Megan Striker stared blandly back at her, a slight hint of disgust on her worn face. A face that contained entirely too much acne, with dark bags under each eye that never seemed to go away no matter how much sleep she got. And let's not forget that nose, that horrible nose. Long, pointy, and too wide for any decent person's taste, it sat right there in the middle of her face, the icing on the cake of all that was very, very wrong with her facial appearance. She was so ugly.

 

I mean, of course she was. This wasn't news to her. Why else would Tyler have left her for another woman? A pretty woman. 

 

Teeth gritted, Megan wrenched her eyes away from the bathroom mirror. That stupid piece of glass hanging above the sink that was always there to remind her just how bad she had it. A familiar feeling started to form inside of her, starting from the pit of her stomach and very slowly spreading upwards, warming her face and causing her eyes to sting. Ah yes, this was a feeling that she was very used to by now, yet it still seemed to catch her off guard when it arrived. This dark, helpless feeling. 

 

This was the feeling of despair. 

 

"Hey Meg!"

 

A booming voice coming from the stairs startled her. 

 

"Are you done with the bathroom yet? I need to take a shower." The owner of the voice appeared at the top step in the second floor hallway and came to stand at the doorway to the bathroom.

 

Kevin Striker had a goofy, lopsided grin on his face as he stood there with a bath towel tucked under one well-defined arm. He was scratching the back of his head, a nervous tick of his that also came out when he was excited about something. 

 

Pausing for only a small moment to collect herself, Megan grabbed a hairbrush lying on the counter and then walked swiftly past her younger brother and into the hallway. "It's all yours." 

 

Her voice hadn't wavered when she said it, but it was flat, emotionless as if she was a robot acting on command. She didn't wait for a response from Kevin as she continued down the hall and toward her bedroom on the far end. When she got there, she immediately closed the door behind her and stood there leaning on it a bit as she tried desperately to get a hold of her emotions. 

 

Kevin, now a junior in college, was almost exactly two years younger than her. At 21 years-old, he was the picture perfect frat boy. Not only was he easy on the eyes, but he had a grade A personality to match, and he loved to party and socialize. In every way possible, he was the polar opposite of Megan. 

 

Now 23 and working on completing an extra semester in school, Megan was everything but popular. Withdrawn in most social situations, she barely ever reached out to others, let alone went to parties. She had had a few close friends in high school, but over the years they had drifted away, mainly due to her negligence in reaching out to them after graduation. Crystal, her best friend since preschool, was the only one who still regularly talked to and hung out with her. Honestly at this point, she was all that was keeping her going. Nobody else seemed to want anything to do with this mopey, antisocial loser who couldn't even pick out a decent outfit to wear every day. 

 

Oh, and let's not forget the fact that she was about as attractive as a plate of moldy asparagus. 

 

Her brother's friends always gave her weird looks when they were over, and she was sure it was because they couldn't believe that he could possibly have such a loser for an older sister, being the bright, happy person that he was. She could only imagine him trying to explain her to them. "Oh, Megan? Don't worry, she's just always been kind of loopy...off kilter, ya know? She has depression, you know how that works sometimes."

 

Grimacing, Megan finished brushing her hair, trying in vain to banish all the self-depreciating thoughts running through her mind, the same thoughts that always plagued her, even while she slept. She threw on an outfit for the day, put on a bit of eye make-up to try and hide the dark circles, grabbed her book bag and made her way to the front door. As she fumbled around for her car keys, an image of Tyler a few days ago popped into her head yet again. The tears running down his face. His sad, pleading eyes. And his confession of betrayal. 

 

The feeling from earlier returned, much faster this time, squeezing her heart like an iron fist. Megan quickly crossed the remaining few feet to the front door, keys in hand, and had just grabbed onto the handle when the first tear fell. She opened the door and hurried outside to her car. The crisp, early Fall air swirled around her, blowing brightly colored leaves about her feet. By the time she had reached it, tears were silently streaming down her cheeks. She quickly opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, practically jamming the key into the ignition. 

 

The car roared to life as she shut the door. Sniffling a bit, she pulled down the top blind on her side to help block the early morning sunlight from getting into her eyes, forgetting about the mirror attached to it. A flushed, puffy face stared blankly back at her, wet streaks trailing down from the corners of each eye. The eye make-up she had applied was now smudged, causing the dark circles to look even darker and more menacing. A tiny bit of mucus was starting to appear out of one nostril.

 

Disgusted, Megan quickly shut the blind. She would deal with the sunlight.

 

She really hated mirrors. 

 

 


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