Preeti was pissed off, but that was only because she’d been humiliated. There were tears in her eyes, and her kajal, the only make up she wore was crying. Her body heaved as she lay on her bed, unsure whether she wanted to stifle herself in her pillow, or just surrender to the cruelty of life.
Ah, love.
Kevin, why did he have to do that, but he was perfect! It was all Alina’s fault, the bitch. Why she had to walk up to them, just when she’d finally managed to talk to Kevin... uff...
“Hi Kev,” said Alina, as Preeti played the scene over in her head, “What you doing? You look really bored,(she looked over at Preeti) wanna come over to my place? A bunch of us are going over there...”
“Mmm...” He’d looked at Preeti, and instead of saying something, she’d just shrugged sheepishly, and he’d said, “Yeah sure, I don’t have any plans...” and she’d just asked him if he was feeling like ice-cream, and he had said yes... and “Cool ya” continued Alina, slipping her arm through his, “Let’s go? Unless you wanna stand around for some more time.”
They’d left, and Preeti was still standing there, everything happening too fast for her, finally, looking at the space where Kevin’s head had been, trying to figure out how to say, “Oh, we we’re just going to get ice cream.” But, the words never formed; instead as she watched Kevin walk away, tears did, and they ran down her cheeks, she fled the scene...
And now here she was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, the fan was moving slowly... and she contemplated her life, as it went by, the same, nothing but the same, disappointment, failure, mediocrity... and it would always be this way, why not just end it?
She shut her eyes for a while, then with a strange resolution, ENOUGH! She told herself.
She got of her bed, and went over to her mirror, yanked a tissue out of the box, and with hard, deliberate, forceful strokes, she got rid of whatever kajal was left on her face. And then she looked at herself in the mirror, determination written all over her face, this was going to change. She was going to turn her life around... she would get Kevin... but Kevin... liked Alina, or at least... those kind of girls(that looked all pretty and perfect, and dressed in tight clothes).... she was, well, decently built, nice rack and all, but definitely not pretty... damn, she gritted her teeth, balled her hands into fists, and looked for something to fling, or punch, or destroy, and there was nothing... she just crumpled up the tissue in her hand and flung with all her might across the room, it just floated slowly to the ground, a few feet away, even in her own room, she felt impotent.
“rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” she screamed....
“Whoa! What happened here?” someone asked. Preeti looked up startled, first at the door, and then in the direction the sound had actually come from; her mirror. “relax kiddo,” the mirror continued, “can’t be all that bad.”
