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The door raised tall, and behind the doors stood the man I was to marry. It was normal for brides to get wedding jitters before their wedding. However, my wedding jitters began the moment I found out my brother had fixed my marriage with a stranger.
Was I thrilled?
Of course ... Not.
I have never seen the guy before other than pictures once I stalked his Facebook and Instagram that very day.
Was he cute?
Hot to be exact.
Did I fall in love with him?
Not a single bit.
Do I still want to marry the stranger and learn new things about him, probably falling in love with him later on?
Oh hell no! This isn't some cliche love story.
Then why am I standing in front of the door that will decide my fate; all dressed up and ready to be married to a stranger while pretending to be okay with all of these?
I don't know. I really don't know.
The truth is, I have never gone against my older brother and his wife before... about anything. They are the only family I have left in this crap of a world, my only destination. Though, marrying a total stranger and devoting eternity to him is not my cup of tea.
All these time I let myself believe that my brother would at least allow me to choose my own life partner, yet here he is, choosing for me as if I am still a toddler who can't make any right decisions. I mean sure I am always confused whether to get Oreo or Cookie Dough ice cream but this isn't the ice cream parlor; it's an altar.
"I can't do this" I mumbled under my breath. My sister in law took my hand giving me a reassuring squeeze.
I shook my head in denial. "Ana please, can you and Ryan think this over? Don't you think I'm too young or anything, maybe -" I kept rambling until Ana cut through.
"Okay, calm down," she placed her hands over my shoulders, "what's there to think about? He is from a rich family, has good education, and he will keep you happy."
She sounded like one of those Indian aunties my friend Aliyah always makes fun of. And come to think of it, Ana was saying those exact words Aliyah mocked.
Oh why, oh why, would you turn Indian all of a sudden? You're half Latina!
"Still I can't do this," I really can't.
"Stop being stubborn Zara, and let's go!" she demanded.
I shook my head once again, "No! Not anymore..."
With that I slowly back away from her, the church, and everything before me. I have always been that good girl, always doing the right thing. And frankly running away from my own wedding front of my sister in law seemed like the right thing to do. For God's sake, I'm only 21.
The noises coming from the church began to fade away as I ran far away from it and the stranger who was ready to marry another stranger. I stopped running once I realized I was on the side of a highway. I had no clue how I got there but I was lucky because there wasn't many cars on the road. The side opposite of where I was standing was filled with darkness and huge trees.
Maybe if I cross over to the other side of the road they will lose me, I thought.
Gripping tightly onto my heavy wedding dress, pulling it up a little, I begin to chase freedom that waited for me on the other side of the road. Suddenly I saw a light causing me to stop and just stare at it. I was glued to my stance, couldn't move even if I wanted to.
You're a goner Zara.
The light dimmed a little, meanwhile, a figure came out. I couldn't make out who or what it was since it stood behind the lights.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" It, was a man's voice. "If you wish to die that bad, find another car!"
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Author's Note:
This came out crappier than I anticipated.
Well hello everyone! This was the prologue for this short story I have planned. It came out horrible, I know. I am sorry about that. Hope you still enjoyed it a little. This was written a while back, and I am too tired to fix it. So you basically received the first draft. Oh wells, you and I can both live despite of that :') If you liked it, make sure to comment and like!
-Sanaya
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