Chapter 3: Hitting Rock Bottom
Narrated by Lolory.
~Content Warning: cyberbullying, mention of blood~
Narrator: Three days later, I appear on the cover of the magazine.
Narrator: The backlighting is dim. I’m dressed as a goth punk and holding a skull cane.
Magazine Headline: Ambassador of Elegance Exposed! Rebel at Heart, A Fake Who Cheats Her Fans!
Narrator: The article was incredibly detailed. Every rumor from my high school days was published as if it was true.
Narrator: Cutting classes, getting into fights, smoking, tattoos, running away from home...
Narrator: Hanging out in internet cafes, bars, street stalls...
Narrator: And photos of me before I competed in the Starheaven Swan Pageant.
Narrator: The article went viral. “Lolory” was searched more times in 1 hour than it had been during the previous six months.
Comment: I can’t believe it! It can’t be true! My favorite idol was never like that! Did they photoshop it?
Comment: Are those photos from 20 years ago? How can she call herself a girl? She’s old enough to be my mother!
Comment: Modelling for 20 years and still unpolished. Professional fashion disaster.
Comment: Hey, did you see Girl Idol Chen’s update? She called her “Image-Obsessed Party Grandma.” So apt.
Comment: Hahahahaha! Classic! Party grandma! That’s gonna leave a mark.
Comment: Guess what? I went to the same school as her. I even saw her once!
Narrator: Slam! I close my laptop and throw it onto a pile of clothes.
Choose either “You still doing okay?” or “What are you going to do?”
If “okay,” ...
You: OMG! That’s brutal. Are you okay?
Narrator: I’m okay, thanks. They won’t throw me off my rhythm.
If “going,” ...
You: It looks bad. What are you going to do?
Narrator: Be calm. I won’t let them throw me off my rhythm.
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Narrator: Like usual, I’ll get up early, put on my face mask, do one hundred facelifts, half an hour of yoga...
Narrator: I can’t show a moment of weakness. This is what it takes to be the Ambassador of Elegance.
Narrator: But what if I lose the title?
Narrator: I do have a bit of a headache.
Lolory: I really have underestimated that old classmate...
Narrator: Withdrawing from an article about Elegance certainly doesn’t deserve a hit piece trying to destroy my reputation.
Narrator: How can he just let it go?
Narrator: I can’t deny it is a picture of me, but it’s in the past, right?
Narrator: I took part in the Starheaven Swan Pageant because I wanted to change. I worked so hard to become elegant.
Narrator: After I won, I left my hometown and worked for many years to achieve the title of Ambassador of Elegance.
Narrator: Even if it is just an image, so what? Isn’t Lolory the first thing people think of when they hear the word “elegant”?
Work Cell: Blip!
Narrator: A new email message. Tomorrow’s shoot has been cancelled. Clients are cancelling all my appointments.
Narrator: I throw my phone and it lands on the sofa. I have lost my composure.
Narrator: I retrieve an old box from the bottom of my closet.
Narrator: It contains the secrets of my past, old things I wanted to throw away but didn’t know where to dump them.
Narrator: At the time, I worried that someone would find them, and use them against me.
Narrator: Now that everyone knows everything, I can get rid of them without worrying.
Narrator: I open it up. Black fishnet stockings with garters, skull ear studs, studded chokers, freakish wigs.
Narrator: And also her e is a lighter with a skull and crossbones on it.
Lolory: ...I used to love this stuff.
Narrator: I shake my head and keep rummaging. Memories of my youth, all the things I tried to forget, start flooding back.
Narrator: ...A textbook, torn in half, then stuck back together.
Narrator: I tore it during a fight with Mom, and then we spent the next evening sticking it back together, sheet by sheet.
Narrator: ...The scooter key. So it was in here.
Narrator: I used to skip class every day, driving a scooter all over town.
Narrator: When I left, I had wanted to sell it for rent money, but couldn’t find the key!
Narrator: It’s probably still in the garage at home.
Narrator: I pull out a crinkled love letter. That haughty tone, as if going out with him was an honor.
Narrator: The weirdo class monitor had shoved it onto my desk. Thinking back, I recall putting a lot of effort into my reply.
Narrator: A threatening letter soaked in fake “blood.”
Lolory: His Valentine’s Day hadn’t really worked out as he had planned. No wonder he wants to destroy my reputation now.
Narrator: I’m grumbling, yet I can’t help but laugh.
Narrator: I remember that class, the class monitor shrieking and jumping up from his seat.
Narrator: I remember getting scolded by the teacher and trying very hard not to laugh.
Narrator: Strangely, these items which once threatened to destroy me now gave me some kind of relief.
Narrator: I put down the letter and go to pull something else out of the box but stop, dumbfounded.
Narrator: Inside is a gothic cane with a skull, lying still. It’s the one that appeared on the cover of the magazine.
Narrator: It is like me... the butt of a joke, being laughed at by millions of people.
Narrator: But all I can think about is the 16-year-old me.
Narrator: I worked so hard to earn the money for the materials.
Narrator: I skipped class and didn’t go home, just to have enough time to work on it.
Narrator: The silver skull glimmers coldly, forebodingly. I did so many trial runs with plaster first.
Narrator: I took it to a fancy dress party and waved it around on a stage. My memory of that night is very clear.
Narrator: I take it out and start to caress the memories.
Choose either “Are they really burdens?” or “You don’t want to shed them, do you?”
If “burdens,” ...
You: Are they really just garbage?
Narrator: Hm. Now that I finally can safely throw them away...
Narrator: But I find I can’t bear to part with them.
If “don’t,” ...
You: You can’t bring yourself to part with them, can you?
Narrator: Is that how it is?
Narrator: That’s how it is...
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Narrator: After a while, I take a deep breath, and call that old classmate.
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