No…and by no I mean yes

Kelly hesitated for a few minutes, forgetting entirely about the laundry pile that contained all but a small fraction of her wardrobe. Leaving the room she entered her living area, it had the living room and kitchen attached. Her bedroom was down the hall and the laundry room and bathroom where she had come from. Her bedroom had a full bathroom as well, the one behind her was really only for guests.

But Kelly wasn’t thinking about that, she was thinking about the fact that someone, somewhere had this beautiful, gorgeous piece of jewelry and while she hadn’t had much interaction with those that work in the fashion industry or the jewelry business, she was pretty sure someone would want to kill her for having this. But, it was really beautiful, and before she died she wanted to at least wear it for a little while. The cool metal was warming in her fingers as she held it. And with the determination that she summoned throughout her life she marched barefoot to her bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

She put her hand through the opening of the armband and slid it up her skin over her arm until it reached her bicep. Once there she felt it quickly snug into place and as she looked into the mirror she couldn’t help but gawk at it. It was beautiful, and as she wore it she felt as though she were a queen.

Moving her arm into different positions she smiled, she imagined herself wearing this to events, to balls, to parties even. It would certainly be more expensive than whatever else she could bring, maybe even what other women she saw could afford. It felt good wearing this, but she knew she couldn’t keep it. Kelly wasn’t that kind of person.

She could be.

She frowned, no she couldn’t. It was a strange thought but no. She didn’t want to be that kind of person. Kelly reached to the armband to take it off and…

Kelly looked at her arm, at the armband. She tugged gently on the armband made of gold and silver and gems and it wouldn’t come off. She pulled harder, and it clung to her like glue. She pulled harder no longer trying to be gentle. Then she looked in the mirror at herself and back to her arm. Then back to the mirror and she saw…