I giggled at the shards of glass that lay shattered across kitchen floor. They floated on top of a puddle of red wine like clear lily pads.
"Ribbit," I said hoping to call out the missing crystal frogs but they didn't show up. Maybe I did it wrong. But why would they even want to go swimming in my drink. Its mine. And there was no point in letting it go to waste. I bent down and tried to scoop up the liquid into my hands but a lily pad cut my finger. I flinched back and stared at the crimson fluid leaking from my digit.
After swearing many obscenities, I stood to go wash the wound. The cool water from the bathroom faucet felt so nice on the stinging cut. Letting the water wash away the rest of the blood, I looked at myself in the mirror. I could've sworn I wasn't making such a mean face.
What's become of you? You drunken mess.
The me in the mirror stared at the top of my head. Your hair looks disgusting, when's the last time you brushed it? Do you even know what a brush is? I nodded. Her cold pink eyes drifted downward. You look like you were just in a fight. Fix your shirt.
Without a word, I obeyed her and straightened my sleeves which hung off my shoulder and adjusted my bra straps. I couldn't do much about the wine stains on my shirt. Those would take hours to remove. I turned my attention back to myself. She had her arms crossed and looked down on me.
Better. But I don't think there's much I can do, you've already ruined yourself so much. Inside and out.
"What are you talking about," I managed to get the sentence out with only a few screw-ups. She just stared. "Answer me, damn it!" Her figure began to fade and she was gone. I stared back at myself. The real me that was here and now. I realized why she insulted me so harshly.
I turned the faucet off and left the bathroom. The sound of splashing faintly came from the kitchen.
"Frigglish!" I shouted when I stumbled upon my cat drinking the awful puddle of liquor. He jumped and his little eyes bored at me in fear. I picked him up in my arms and gently pet his smooth black fur.
"I'm sorry," Tears flowed out of me as I continued to apologize, "I'm so sorry. Don't drink it, Frig, don't become like me."
Like the stains of wine on my shirt, my outside wouldn't take long to fix. But there wasn't anything I could do to fix the inside.
