Remembered Wounds

Sitting still as Becca applied my makeup, I couldn't help but frown at my reflection. I looked like a clown with the makeup she applied on my face and I wanted nothing more than to reach for the wipe not too far away from me and wipe everything off my face.

"If you keep frowning, the make-up won't be as nice as it ought to be," Becca complained, turning my face sideways as she tried to blend the powder and foundation on the right side of my cheeks.

"Well, at least, I'd get a reason with wipe off this hideous thing from my face," I spat in disgust and Becca frowned, not pleased.

"It hurts my feelings that you're calling my creative handwork hideous when I'm trying so hard to make you look like the beautiful damsel that you ought to look like today."

I sighed, breathing out, exasperated. Now that she said it, my words seemed to have a whole different meaning.

"Your creativity itself isn't bad but on my face it is. My face isn't one for a make over which is why your awesome creativity a