Another Day in the Life

Polly's head throbs, and a wave of nausea slides across her consciousness.  Her damp wet hair falls into her face and sticks to the tears on her cheeks.  1

"Why are you so stupid?"  She asks herself, clenching her teeth.  "Why can't you pull it together?  Stop eating, find a boyfriend, and throw away those blades?!"  Polly makes a tight fist and sends it flying into her oversized thigh.  She continues to punch with growing force.2

Polly gazes around the room searching for some kind of happiness within the environment surrounding her.  No such luck.3

"Look at yourself, Polly... You're a disgrace.  You waste your talents, you break down.  You're such a loser... a lonely horny female, searching for something that makes sense.  Well the world makes sense Poll'... you are the question mark."  She glances at her shameful reflection in the darkened window.  A cold stare reflects upon the glass.  Her eyes stand out, green and glazed.  She quickly turns away, and a droplet slithers down her icy face. 4

Polly fingers a silver picture frame on the coffee-table beside her.  The frame protects a faded photograph of a joyful little child.. a chubby blonde girl, with rosy cheeks, a brilliant smile, and the same emerald eyes as polly's.  One thing is different between the two pairs of green spheres.  The child has eyes that are so happy, so full of joy, while Polly's are tired and worn.  She grasps the fragile frame and hurls it across the room.  The glass shatters on the tile, and the child looks back still smiling.5

"Didn't you used to be that carefree toddler?  You ruined that glowing soul.  You can never regain that happiness."6

Polly eyes something small and brown beside her.  A blade.  One single blade still wrapped.  It's thin cardboard casing contains on word repeated: Pal Pal Pal Pal Pal.7