Shatter Me

I watch girls in the bathroom. And by that, I mean, that I have watched girls in the bathroom, for as long as I can remember. I have watched beautiful girls dressed in their plaid uniform try to use the empty soap dispenser countless times; their perfectly shaped eyebrows raising in response. I have watched girls brush back their soft, shiny hair off their deliciously thin necks and tie it in the standard ponytail; not too high, but not too low. And I have watched eyes glisten in fear while they stare at me hopelessly each day, never once using their voice. I guess they have the right to look at me like that, I probably shouldn’t be watching them in the bathroom.

Jessica enters the room, pausing to look at me curiously. Walking closer, she turns her body so I see her profile view- and a great angle of her body. Damn. Locking her eyes in mine, she sneaks a small smile and walks into a cubicle. She is definitely fit, but still slightly less pretty than Isabelle. Nevertheless, she still looks damn fine. Jessica is definitely nothing to worry about; she doesn’t stand out, yet she is still maintaining standards; appearing and behaving similar to Grace and Bella and all the rest. Jessica slides the lock across her cubicle, and despite no longer being able to see her, a waft of generic bubblegum body spray wanders my way. Lucky it was the generic type. I think.

The door unlocks and she walks out; I’m watching wisps of her black hair tickle her cheekbones; which seemed more sharp like Grace’s and less apple-esque before. A whisper away from me, she leans over to push her hand against the soap dispenser. Her eyes remain on me, slowly lowerering; criticising and analysing between blinks. Her b***s were definitely not that small yesterday… Dragging her hand away from the dispenser; foamless, she stares at her empty hand. I’m disappointed, but not because of the lack of soapy substance. 

Her fingers; each embedded with seashell fingernails turn the tap for cold water, only the seashells are broken and almost repelling; surrounded with raw, torn skin. You better fix those Jessica. Here is not a good place to stand out. As if she hears my thoughts, she rubs her fingertips and swears. Flicking her eyes up at me, I become aware of the thin, scarlet-red veins lashing dangerously near the pools of brown. I then noticed that her pools of eyes were leaking. No, no, no. If I were you, I would stop those tears right now Jessica. This is not a good place to stand out.

Luckily, she blinks back the tears in time. After turning the tap off, she looks at me intensely; her face slowly twisting into a foul grimace. Her eyes narrow to resemble a reptile; drawing attention to her scaly, dry skin. Jessica looks disgusting. Has she not heard of moisturiser? What about concealer to hide the shadows under her eyes?

“I hate you.” She quietly spits, jerking her neck. Her voice (wobbles) through the bathroom, lifting pitch each time it bounces off the walls. I thought I told you, this is not a good place to stand out. 

“I hate you so much.” This time it is louder, and my body slams against the wall in response to her jarring voice. She is stabbing her finger into me, and it’s hurting, her ragged nails are scratching me and scraping, clawing, pinching. I WOULD STOP THIS IF I WERE YOU. She mounts the basin to position her stance; but all I can see are wobbling thighs and horrific cellulite; it was as if she hadn’t walked up a single stair in her life.

Jessica lifts her elbow and whispers as if her tongue was laced with evil,“You have everyone fooled into thinking that they are ugly. You have everyone wrapped around your little finger. But you know what? I can shatter you.”

And she lifts her pale, pointy elbow and plunges it through me. And I shatter. I shatter into a billion little pieces of glass that now lie on the dirty bathroom floor. Had she heard my voice?

Reviews

[Sesame]

Hello Sophsor,

Thanks for entering the competition. Alas not a winner this time. I do not have the time to provide a detailed critique on all the submissions, but a few remarks:
- I like reading this, it was creepy
- But I could not relate to the human traits attributed to the mirror: memories, thought, lust (goalless)

Regards,

Sesame

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