Who she is

Her purse was loaded with the chemicals of facial enhancements and daily cleansers. She looked in the mirror moments before she left. She stared at her chemically painted face looking at every detail like the perfectionist she is. She pulled from her purse a big stick of lipstick. It's the fierce pink color that comes in three thickness sizes. She twisted the bottom and the stick slowly emerged. She puckers her lips and applies the toxics. She looks at the picture stuck in the mirror. Her late boyfriend, who ran way. She still loved him. The depression of her life is filled with toxins she smears on her face each day and night. The more she thinks of her boyfriend, the more makeup she later has to apply to cover up her life.

She leaves her shit hole apartment building and walks to her friends car with the clear night behind her. The car drives away as she stares outside. A deep stare, one that could rip souls from the body of helpless victims. Her friend looks at her with worries, "Are you ok?" She slowly peals her eyes from the window and flops them on her friend. She smiles and gives her a worthless response "Yeah I am fine, where is this party at!? I cant wait to meet some hott guys!"

The car pulls up to a house where guys are guzzling beer bongs and women are sipping the beer cups in their hand. Her friend says to her "Listen I have to pick up some things, so you can go ahead." She gets out of the car, turns around and waves to her friend goodbye. She turns around and looks at the house.

The house smells of over used condoms and recently realeased puke. The music playing is blasting so loud that even she couldnt hear the "music". She looked around at the people inside. Theres people all over spilling drinks and stumbling around. A man catches her eye. He was a man sitting at a round table by himself. His eyes piercing the table and a drink sitting in his hand. She looks at him like his she knew the hair, the way it moved. She walked over to the man and sat next to him. She looked closer at his face and unraveled the puzzel within his eyes. It was the boy that left her heart and took her with, the boy who made her dreams a nightmare. He looked at her and asked "Do I know you?" She looked at him in dismay. How could he say that to her, the girl who told him how much she loved him, and shared their deep love with.

"Its me, your girlfriend before you left. The girl whose heart you broke bastard." A tear flowed down her cheek. She wanted to punch him in the face. She wanted to beat the fucking shit out of him. The man she gave her virginity to, the man whom she loved. Tears started gushing from her eyes. He looked her in the eyes. He stared deep into her fake eyes. It was almost a calming stare. "I never left you, I never broke your heart. You left me. I once knew a girl who didnt need to wear makeup. A beautiful girl who wore the love of life on her face, not the chemicals to cover it. I never left you, you left me. Everyday you changed to be what everyone else wanted you to be. Everyday you become less and less of you and became them, the people who you once despised. I never ran away from you, you ran from me and yourself."

His hand slowly emerged from his cup to her face. His finger slowly drug across her face, wiping up the tears, the powders and chemicals that eroided from her face. He looked in her eyes. "What happened to the girl beneath this blanket of toxic waste? Who is this girl that now I do see?" He got up and walked away with tears in his eyes. He reached for the door knob to leave, and turned around "Maybe someday I will meet the sweetheart I once knew, but sorry stranger, I just dont know you." His hand grasped the door open and he walked away.

She found her friend, and told her she needed to go home. The friend, without question, did just that. She got to her apartment building and ran to her room. Her face looked as if a plastic cup had melted slowly, like a great painting sitting in the rain. She was still crying. She went straight to the mirror. She grabbed the picture and with rage from a godly degree ripped the picture and she screamed "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She suddenly felt weak in the knees and fell to the ground crying. Suddenly the tears stopped. She started to think. Her pains, slowly, had gone away. She felt like nothing she had ever felt before. She stood from the ground and looked in the mirror at herself. Her makeup had almost washed away from her face. She looked at herself and said "I missed you beautiful" and smiles.