This is part of my the short story I wrote for my Extension 2 English subject this year, and I really like it, so I thought I might share this little bit (:
When I saw Aldora’s name beneath mine on the cast list tacked to the wall, I felt both elation and dread. Who was this young beauty who had at first seemed so timid and bold, but now appeared vacant enveloped in a mist-like aura of danger and mystery.
“Gabriel,†she had whispered to me as she read her name, “we’re performing together!†I saw her innocence shine through her eyes, but beneath it, I could not miss the hint of a threat.
But now, in rehearsals, they all look at her like she is odd. Like she is a different person to yesterday. I watch her endlessly, and I know she is. She keeps changing, When she dances though, it is her. The elegance of her body when it creates lines in arabesque, like a bow- her leg stretched out to the back, turned out, her back upright, her arm in line with her leg. Her hands, when they move through the air are so fascinatingly free, fluttering like birds unencumbered, but so attached and perfectly connected to the rest of her movements.
She managed to get the part of Bathilde, and I know she was working hard for that. But I don’t know if it was her that won the part, or the person that lives inside. I want to know who they are. I often question whether she knows.
Basically my story was about a dancer who had Dissociative Identity Disorder, and this segment is the one part from an outsiders perspective… It’s not my best written part, but I like it. Enjoy x