Charlatans And Saints

I stared at my broken relection. It mocked me. My skin was blotchy and dry. My eyes dulled from the sparkle they once held. And I couldn't even supress the anger and hopelessness I held inside me. I was a filthy burden and Jason used and abused me. Battles with Jimmy and Christian seemed like small potatoes compared to this. Nothing could compare to this. Jason forced himself onto me daily and I cleaned and cooked to the bone. And I was done.

I slipped off a peice of glass from the mirror. The taste bitter in my mouth. I tossed it in the sink. Glancing around under the cabinets I found liquid drainer. I stared my my reflection again.

Tipping the bottle back down my throat, the quick effect leaving my light headed my fogged in my brain. My legs trembled, slamming me down to the floor. I gasped I went blind. My mouth leaked of blue foam and the bottle fell from my hand.

Christian, my dear sweet Christian. This time I will not be coming back.