My NaNoWriMo Attempt

Mollie looked at herself in the mirror. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was supposed to be excited and it was meant to be the new start she had been waiting for. But for some reason, there were tears rolling down her cheeks.

She gently ran her hands down her body, smoothing out her dress. It was beautiful, that she had to admit. Just as she had imagined it, it was. It had taken a while to pick it out, with many headaches and stressful nights. But as soon as she had seen it she had known it was the one.

But now ... Now it didn’t even mean anything. Why? Why did she feel like that? Was it normal? It was just a dress now. It wasn’t anything special. Yes, it was beautiful, but it was just a token of the day.

She thought of him. She was shocked he had even paid her any attention. Boring Mollie, with her dirty blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. Mollie with the pale skin and no chest. Not that she minded. She had grown up too much now to bother about her insecurities.

She looked out the window at the warm sun. What a gorgeous summer’s day. It was like it was meant to be, or something. Everything was perfect; the weather was nice, all her family was there, she was in love.

Or was she? She didn’t know and that was the problem. One day and then that was it, for the rest of her life she was tied to him. And even if it didn’t work out, there would still be those wasted years. How could she be sure it was the right choice? It was all too much for her.

All her life she had never been responsible. She wasn’t reliable, and she was selfish. She liked to do things certain ways, and she would not be happy to change any of them. Things like keeping the door fully shut when she went to bed. And she had to have her DVD’s in alphabetical order. What if he didn’t? What if he was the opposite? She wasn’t so sure she could handle the change.

She jumped as somebody knocked on the door.

“Mollie? Can I come in?” a voice said softly from the other side of door. She quickly wiped her tears from her cheeks.

“Yes, one minute. I’m coming!” She shouted, as she checked her make up. Thankfully her eyes weren’t red, and there was no sign at all that she had just been crying. She walked over to the door, breathed out gently then opened it.

“Oh my, you do look stunning.” Her sister-in-law to be said, barging in. She went straight to the mirror herself, and began posing into it.

“You ready?” She asked, brushing her fingers through her hair. Mollie closed her eyes, counted to ten, and then opened them.

“I think so. You look great too Jas. You really suit that dress.” She said, almost a whisper. Jasmine wasn’t the most observant of people, and she hadn’t noticed the wobble in her voice.

“I know right? I should be everyone’s bridesmaid.” Jas said, laughing. “Everyone’s seated now, and I think they want to get the show on the road. Jesus, it isn’t half exciting!”

Mollie nodded, and smiled.

“Best get going then.” She said, forcing her voice higher.

They left the room, and made their way down the hall. She had always dreamed of getting married in a church, just like her parents, but apparently the Jones’s tradition was to have it at the family home that had been in their family for decades.

She didn’t mind though. How could she complain when they paid for it all?

Down the stairs, and voices began to reach her ears. People were laughing, children were screaming. The atmosphere was great.

“There you are sweetie.” Her mother called, walking forward. She had never seen her look so proud.

“I love you mum.” She said, giving her a big hug. Her mother laughed embarrassingly and hugged her back tightly.

“Love you too, darling.” She whispered down her ear.

“Mollie!” She turned round to see the two bridesmaids running up to her. Ten year old twins, Rosie and Josie jumped up and down when they saw her.

“Wow, you look-“


“Well and truly-“

“Beautiful!” They screamed together, grinning from ear to ear. She laughed at her two nieces. They had always been sweat hearts, and they looked adorable today.

“Right, girls! Here we go.”Jasmine shouted, and lined up behind Mollie. The twins ran to the back, and her mother laced her arms between hers.

“Your dad would love to have seen you now.” She said, a small tear falling from her eyes. She looked so happy; Mollie couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“He’s watching down I’m sure.” Mollie said. Then the doors opened. Light shined inside, blinding her for a second, and then the scene unfolded before her.

Everyone was turned round staring. There were her aunties and her uncles, her cousins and friends. Her brother was there and her two sisters, plus their children. Then there were his family. The once peaceful garden had been turned into a huge space with a massive audience.

Everyone was watching her every move. One mistake and they would see. It was like she was an animal put on show. She vaguely noticed the beads of sweat running down her head as she began to walk down the aisle. Her heart was beating so loudly, she could barely hear the soft tune that someone was playing on the piano. Her hands were sweaty; her bouquet was slowly sliding down her palms. She held on tight, as if she was on a ride.

No one was speaking. Everything was too silent, too wrong. She didn’t want to be here. She reached the bottom, and her mother let go. She wanted to grab her back.

Don’t let me go. I don’t want to go.

She turned to face him. His dazzling smile was aimed at her and she couldn’t hack it. The attention, the expectations – it was too much. He winked, and her heart skipped a beat.

Somewhere in the distance, she realised the priest had begun to speak. People moved, and someone coughed. A bird cawed in the distance. Was that supposed to be good luck or bad luck? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was nothing.


She turned to face the priest and realised he was talking to her.

“I said ... Mollie Catherine Thompson, do you take the Trevor William Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

She glanced at the crowd. People were nodding their heads, egging her to go on. She looked back at Trevor, who was smiling at her nervously.


She closed her eyes. Count to ten, Mollie, count to ten.


One, two, three,

“Mollie, are you okay?”

Four, five,

“Answer the question ...”

Six, seven, eight



“I can’t do this!” She said suddenly. She took a step back, shaking her head.

“Don’t do this to me please.” Trevor whispered, pleading her. He looked to the crowd nervously.

Her mother stood up, confused. She walked over to her daughter, a confused look covering her face. She pulled her daughter to one side.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, concerned.

“I can’t do it, mum. I just can’t.” Tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Mollie, I love you.” Trevor shouted. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

People were beginning to stand up. Everyone was crowding in. She couldn’t breath. One ... two ... three ... What came after three? People were talking loudly. Trevor was crying. What was she doing?

With that, she turned and ran; straight into the house, and out of the front door. She didn’t think about where she was headed, just somewhere far away. Somewhere where no one was talking too loudly, and crowding up on her. Just somewhere she could breathe.

She ran and she ran and she ran. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she didn’t stop to see if anyone was staring. She felt ashamed. She had broken his heart in a second, and now she would always be the runaway bride.

How could she go back now? Everyone would hate her. She was selfish and she knew it. She ran and ran, to get away from it all, without caring about the mess she had left for everyone else. Slowly, she pulled to a stop to catch her breath. 

Maybe if she hadn’t been running so fast before, she may have had enough air to scream when someone grabbed her from behind. Then it was too late, as hands clamped over her mouth. Terror ran through her, and her eyes widened. Then a black mask was pulled over her face, and she was dragged into a van.

What the – 

The End

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