Mrs. Nothing's End (the story)

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Dark lipstick smeared against the liner as the clear bottle cracked against another in the trash can. Gently letting the alcohol fall from her tongue, she hunched over the sink, both hands gripping each end of its circular form. After what seemed like a lifetime, she slowly met her gaze in the mirror. Mrs. Nothing. Mrs. Nothing. Mrs. Nothing. Mrs. Nothing.  "I HATE YOU!" She screamed as she lurched forward. A distorted image stared back with hollow eyes and a bleeding forehead. The mirror shattered in that instant, pieces crashing into the sink and onto the floor below. So many broken pieces. They're all broken. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? I can't. I can't. I can't. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. "That's what you need to do, MRS. NOTHING! BREATHE, GOD DAMNIT!" Why is something so simple, so hard? Look at all these broken pieces. Placing the plug in the drain, she felt the blood dripping and watched it slide across a larger piece of glass. A large glass salad. She giggled softly. Her cold fingers turned the hot water on, and tested it. "Ouch!" She muttered while smiling still. Dirty, dirty, dirty. She scrubbed the glass with her fingertips. "DIRTY! DIRTY! DIRTY!" Tears began to fall. Hot tears that burned more than the hot water in her wounds. But she continued to clean the glass furiously. Something's happening. The room began to grow dark, and shadows climbed the bathroom walls. Looking up, she no longer saw her reflection. What's happening? Her limp body fell to the floor.2

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For the contest: option 10. I actually just wrote this, then went and browsed the contests...Hope it's alright for ya.


This story goes with my poem:

allpoetry.com/Poem/1331500

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