The reflection in the mirror was crying. Mascara was running down her nose, following the flow of her many tears. Bright green eyes stared back at her, hidden behind a mass of hair. The anti-depressants sat in her hand. Seven little pills, light as a feather. One by one, she swallowed them and then looked back up to stare at her reflection again. She slid her hand over the marble counter until she found the bottle. It's cold glass felt welcomed in the warm palm of her hand. She popped the quark off the top and lifted it to her lips. The liquid sat in her mouth for only a couple of seconds before sliding down her throat. The wine was bitter and made her want to puke, but she kept sipping until the once full bottle was half way empty. Her reflection began to fade. Memories of the past year began to fade away as if they had never happened, or had happened to someone else. One more tear rolled own her cheek before she knew no more.
In other words, you're gonna commit suicide. Just so you know, I got the way you commit suicide from the book "Drowning Anna".
 MiSSES G0LDFiSHY · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 12:30am · 0 Comments |
