A Girls Best Friend

Darkness was something I was familiar with after the long hours of being flaunted around by my mistress. Sadly, this short time frame of rest was nothing to celebrate. In a few hours it would all begin without hesitation, and would be able to show myself off again. For so long, I have not wanted to leave my mistress. She tells me I am her favorite, but yet I am so afraid she will find someone else to wear across her breast. Someone else to flaunt and show off. I wish I could release this horrible feeling of pain I bear towards being forgotten. Luckily, my mistress knows that I am far too useful to just waste away in a velvet box.
I have not always been afraid of my mistress leaving me. In the beginning, I was surrounded by warm light, illuminated on a great pedestal above everyone else. This made me feel mistreated, even though my sisters told me that it was good that I was on the pedestal. I lived there day and night. My dreams at night brought me to a wonderful breast that was just the right size to make my gloriness match hers. I never knew whose breast I sat upon, but from then on I knew what breast to look for. Life continued for me sad and lonely, until suddenly I was picked up one day. All I could hear was the muffled sounds of two men talking, and the rustling of a paper bag. Before I knew what was happening, I was in a black velvet box. I immediately started to panic.
That night I was shown to the prettiest woman in the world. She reached in the box and began to lift me up. Her skin was so soft and warm. I knew then that this was the one. This would be the person who would love and cherish me forever. As she lifted me all the way off the velvet, she unfastened the lock and had begun to put me around her neck. I closed my eyes scared what would come. All of a sudden there was silence. I opened my eyes to see myself draped around the breast in my dreams. I had never felt so complete, or been so happy in my life.
My mistress wore me everywhere. I felt superior to all of my sisters, especially the ones that envied the relationship of the mistress and I. My sisters constantly talked of how fake I was, and that I needed to go back to the store in which I came from. I could not help the fact they were jealous of my looks, and the relationship I had with the mistress. Life was magnificent for me, and I could not ask for anything better. That was until the mistresses husband brought her another gift.
From this moment forward I was scared that the relationship between the mistress and I would change. That the mistress would come to love her new gift more than me. That she would get tired of the way I looked, and shun me to the black velvet box that I arrived in. Over the next year, my mistress began to love her new gift more and more. Soon, I was left astray. unloved, and lonely. I have never been so cold in my entire life. After a year of sitting aloft my mistresses breast, I was shoved back into the black velvet box I hated the most.
My life had changed drastically since the year my mistress received me. I was once her most prized possession, but now I sit in the darkness of the black velvet box, The life I was most scared of living has come to be my lifestyle. One late night, I heard my mistress crying. She was talking about how her husband had cheated and left her alone. I felt sorry for my mistress, but I also was happy that she felt the pain that she made me feel. As I listened to her, she began to speak of all the priceless things he had given her. That is when I heard the rustling of my mistress searching for something. Soon my mistress stopped searching, and that is when I felt the black velvet box move.
The next thing I knew was that there was a bright light, and the shadow of my mistress. She looked down at me, and lifted me off the black velvet. She inspected me closely with her gentle warm hands. I have never seen my mistress look at me the way she looked at me that night. She treated me like a child. Picking me up and holding me close to her breast. The warmth of her breast was once again against me. I felt complete. My mistress took me off her breast, and looked at me. What my mistress said next shocked me. My mistress lifted me up and said, “You have always been my favorite piece of jewelry. I will forever cherish you, because diamonds really are a girls best friend.”