Defining Paranoia

How Did It End Up Like This?

Her forehead touched the chilly surface of the mirror in front of her. A single droplet of water fell to form a tiny pond. She watched as another drop joined its sister and enlarged the tiny pond. Slowly, many more followed. She didn't budge. She breathed in. The air filled her lungs as her whole body quivered. She swallowed and closed her eyes shunning away the image of the small pond she created. A tear was forming in her eyes. Soon it will enlarge the pond even more. Without waiting any further, the tear, along with many others, escaped her eyelids and fell into the small pond.


He stared at the nothingness in front of him. His eyes were dull, his face pale. He looked at his hands. His hands turned into fists. He closed his eyes and breathed in heavily. He let out a long hot breath and opened his eyes. He covered his face with his hands and slowly ran them through his hair. Little sweat drops were still present on his forehead. He bit his lower lip. He shook his head. He stood up but quickly sat again. He turned his head towards the window and stared at the nothingness once again.


She splashed more water on her face. She looked into the mirror to see what it reflected. She did not recognize the face that was staring back at her. She felt more tears forming in her eyes. She splashed water on her face. With one last look in the mirror, she turned around and left.


He made no signs of movement when the door opened. He knew she was staring at him waiting for a sign of acknowledgment. He didn't budge. He knew she wanted him to hold her as she cried. He knew she was crying. He could smell it in the air around him. He felt that someone else joined him on the bed.


She sat at the other end giving him her back. She reached out for her shirt and jeans. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she put them on. He didn't move, didn't even bother to lift his eyes to meet hers. Not that she expected anything from him.


She was going to leave any minute. He knew that. His eyes were starting to water, the vision was blurring. The extra pressure on the bed was released. He heard the clanking of keys and she was within his line of vision again. She bent down for her heels and lifted her head. Their eyes met and locked. She turned her head away first and left.


Closing the door behind her, she threw her heels on the floor and put them on. She held up her hair with a clip, she brushed of her clothes and walked away.


He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.


She never looked back.


He didn't look out the window.

posted by 5ada @ 1:30 AM