Because She Deserved ItA Story by NiikozillaShort Story for a Contest :)Her hair hung limply in her face, moving ever so slightly as the air from the vent hummed overhead. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around her body tightly as if to surround herself in an indestructible cocoon. Her feet were pulled up against the porcelain toilet, bound to her body. She never once looked up at the mirror before her. It mocked her. It’s cold exterior laughed with silence. You can’t escape from me, It said, I know the truth about you, Jeannie. “Liar!” She screamed, eyes closed tightly like a child hiding from the dark.
She clung back to her skin and whimpered, biting irritably at her dry lips. “I didn’t mean to do it! He said… I was doing it for him,” she whispered. “He promised to take me away; give me the things that would make the hurt disappear.” Her eyes scanned the floor as if she could find the correct excuse engraved there to relieve her from the accusations. No, Jeannie, It toyed her more, you did this yourself. You are the bad girl. “You don’t know anything! Only he does,” she screamed. She rose suddenly and stopped in front of the sink holding up the mirror before her. Her trembling hands slammed down hard, making everything shake and clink together. Her image shook in the reflection. “She deserved it!” Her fingers slid down her reflection, trying to touch what was impossible. As she focused closely, a memory flashed in her head. He had spoken to her in this exact bathroom, whispering softly in her ear the promises. The sweet and tempting words that had her hopes far above cloud 9. She was wide-eyed and confused. Her lips moved to form the familiar question, ‘Why?’ She shook her head at his offer at first, but he wouldn’t take it. He made her see that there were no other options. Her forehead rested on the cold glass, an exterior that fit how she felt inside. Distant eyes moved to see the deformed image at the corner of the mirror that held a different reflection than her own. She blinked quickly, reverting back to her now state of mind. A tear slid down quickly and she screamed with frustration. She turned her head to the body in the bathtub and began to hum a song she once heard: “don’t cry, little baby girl… All is well in the world of dreams,” she sang so softly, the walls could not hear. She then knelt by the body in the tub and touched the woman’s damped, stringy hair. “Sleep well, little baby girl…” © 2013 NiikozillaReviews
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Added on May 12, 2011Last Updated on June 12, 2013 Tags: Dark Secret AuthorNiikozillaOrlando, FLAboutHey, I'm Brittany and I'm 19 years old. My close friends usually call me Niiko, hence where Niikozilla came from~ Uh, I love books. I'm a book-a-holic :) I love animals and painting, reading, writing,.. more..Writing
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