The night (my lovely stab at fictional writing)

The night has just started and to her surprise it was much warmer than she had anticipated. Remembering that she needed to get ready quickly, she headed to the bathroom of her one bedroom apartment. She glances up at the figure in front of her. Without a thought, she looks away and then looks back. The person looking back at her looks slightly familiar. Her skin pure white, not ghastly pale but enough to show the lack of sun. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders, slightly grazing her chest. It was a deep mix of reds, blazes of blond delicately swooped through it. In the light it almost looked like the campfires she so fondly remembers from her youth. There was still a small glow in her blue eyes. Something in them seemed darker than she remembered, almost dead. Her hand smoothly fidgets with her hair, the way a mother does with a small child. The figure mimics her. Delicate lines started to form on once smooth skin, from age and suffering. She grimaces at the thought of being old. A gasp protrudes from her mouth as she realizes the figure is none other than herself.
Had it really been that long since she noticed her own reflection? Locked up here in this world of adulthood and responsibility, too busy to even acknowledge her own existence. She had been so busy with work, locking her self away in her office, for the past few months. Striving so hard to show them that she was more than they thought, more than what everyone thought. Too busy for romantic encounters, hell too busy for lunch some days. She gathers her hair up and ties it back as she always does. Noticing the fine details of herself that she had ignored for what seems like so long. The graceful, feminine features she had gotten from her mother. She took a breath and took it all in. Everything from her wondrous eyes that still sparkled as they did in her youth to the long, breathtaking legs she stood so proudly with. She glanced over remembering this was the first outing she would actually attend in a long time. Some dinner for the place she worked. She had been so busy these past few months to even say hello to some of the people there, and had even questioned going. Her secretary said it would be good for her to be social, joking that people would start calling her 'the vampire' if she didn't come out of the hole she lived in. She grimaced at the thought of this.
Her work attire seemed to conservative for a dinner event. Hell, it made her look twice her age. I am still in my twenties, she thought, I should at least look like it! She grazed through her closet, and gasped in despair. It seemed childish to say there was nothing there around the sea of blacks and white, but it seemed that way in her head. Then it appeared out of nowhere, a pale green dress. She immediately ripped of the clothes she was wearing and threw it on. It still fit like a dream. It had a slight, metallic glow when the light hit it. The hem brazenly hitting her slightly above the knee. The details of lace and burst of pink stitching flowed so nicely. She had known it was there. She had bought this right before her promotion, yet to wear it. She glowed in it. Striking even herself, who was more judgement then most. She put on her light sweater and left not even questioning her appearance, feeling more bounce in her step than she had since she was a teenager.
The destination seemed farther than she had remembered. The city seemed so alive tonight though, so she didn't mind. She glanced at the happy people and embraced the thought of being in other peoples company again. She lit up a smoke, although she had been trying to quit. She was quite nervous and kept an emergency pack in the glove compartment of the car. Once she arrived at the restaurant, she sat in her car for a second. Maybe this was a complete mistake, she thought staring at the rear view mirror. Her eyes had this unmistakable spark in them that she hadn't ever seen before. It seemed so right that she needed to go, the fear over passed her. She stepped gracefully out of the car and headed for the door. She took one deep breath and opened it. Feeling more alive than she had in months.
To be continued...