She holds the scissors to her dripping wet hair and stares at the monster who has decided to return. Its hiss tickles her ear, and although she smiles at the touch, she knows the evil it brings.
Maybe if she chops it off, it’ll leave. It will no longer recognize her as it’s victim it wants to devour. She tried to convince herself of this as she lay in the water feeling its return. It’s beedie eyes moving over her bare body, exposed, vulnerable.
I can start over. Be someone else. Not this lumpy reject that can’t seem to break free from the bondage.
What she always fails to realize is the darkness that stocks her lives close by forever waiting for it’s time to strike. But still, she tries and thinks of ways to kill it.
Kill it. That’s what she will try. Bleed it out. The scissors slowly start to move further down her body. The cold metal rests against her warm skin sending chills down her neck. She can see her blood pumping to the rhythm of her heartbeat. One swift cut should do the trick.
Footsteps entering the room make her drop the double ended sword and snap her out of her stupor. “Later,” She whispers and stares down the monster in the mirror and exits the bathroom.
It’s angry now. Interrupted.
She’s deceived into thinking these are all her plans but they are his. He slithers around her, waiting to sink his fangs into her tender flesh. This will do her in. SNAP!
Failure. Stupid. Unloveable. Ugly. Fat. Reject. Burden. With each word his hold tightens like a vice, pumping its poison into her veins. Finally, she’s forced into the fetal position as she cries out for help. But help doesn’t come. Again and again, she tries, but the venom has traveled to far into her body. No sound escapes.
Maybe it’s better this way? She thinks to herself. The numbness feels better than the pain of the lies that have now evolved into her truth.
A child enters the room. She doesn’t want them to see her like this, not again. The monster and his poison have wholly taken over her body now. GET OUT! She screams as she notices the hiss at the end of her own voice. But it’s not really hers, it’s him and she’s frozen inside fighting to break free.
Just when she thought all hope was lost those same footsteps that were there earlier enter the room. Compassionate, loving eyes gaze down at her. A gentle hand rests on her leg and his warm voice starts to melt the ice away. “I love you. How can I help?”
She is me.