Defining Paranoia

Repetition

She rolled to the other side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair was a puddle on the pillow. Breathing in one last time, she let it out and sat up.

She scanned the room. Her desk had jackets, the chair had pants and the sofa had a pile of clothes. Her eyes reached the television set. She grinned. Her bra was hanging on it.

She swung her legs to the side. Something hit her feet. She looked down only to see a pair of shoes. She kicked away to make way then walked to the bathroom.

She closed and locked the bathroom door. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Dull, dark eyes stared back at her. She tried to smile at her swollen black eye but that only opened more wounds. She crossed her arms across her chest rubbing herself. She looked away from her reflection.

She turned on the water in the tub. She lifted her right leg but only fell backwards on to the bathroom floor. Tears formed in her eyes but she fought them back. Her hands reached out for the tub and tried lifting her body up.

The tub was filled with water. Her mind was blank, the water was turned off. She gritted her teeth so hard they could break. Her hands formed tight fists. She sat straight in the tub staring ahead of her.

She dried her hair with a towel. Her curls fell nicely on her shoulders. She glared at her reflection. She turned around and left the bathroom.

The bed was empty. Only one last underwear garment lay there. The bra she saw on the TV was no where to be found. The pair of jeans on the chair disappeared. The red jacket on the desk was missing.

There was a note on the bed-stand and a $150. She read the note and smiled. Tears were forming in her eyes. She threw away the note and stuffed the money in her drawer.

She changed the bed sheets and threw the old ones in the laundry. She sat at the edge of the bed. Her alarm went on. It was time again …

Ten minutes later she was dressed in her school uniform. Her hair was brushed, blow-dried and in a ponytail behind her back. Her bangs fell nicely covering her black eye. She wore knee-high socks and tennis shoes. The bell rang.

Grabbing her jacket, she hurried to the door. She answered the door fully dressed. He stood on the welcome mat smiling his usual smile. Her eyes twinkled. She smiled back.

Fifteen minutes later, she rolled to the other side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair was a puddle on the pillow. She closed her eyes … it was too hard to breathe.

It was like this every single day …

posted by 5ada @ 1:08 PM