The Girl in the Mirror

All Meghna could feel right now was the throbbing pain in her head and the blaring music from the club...only it wasn't from the club because she wasn't there anymore. Her body wasn't moving and she felt sore all over. The late night wind made her shiver under her sheets. Except, those weren't her sheets. She opened her eyes and managed to somehow sit up straight, despite feeling like the world would never stop spinning. Finally, she was able to focus and then she saw clothes. And more clothes. Everywhere. Her clothes, everywhere, but not on her. Because her clothes were on the floor, a scattered mess, just what she has become in this one instant as she realizes what has happened. She looks over to see him sleeping on his stomach, arms sprawled our, so care-free. The contours of his body are even apparent under the weak light and she just wants to die. She feels filthy, useless, she needs to get out before she has time to deceive herself again, though she doesn't know how much worse it could be. She grabs her things and quickly changes, dashing outside to find a rickshaw driver who won't gawk at her and remind her of what she sees herself as.

When she gets home, she is hesitant to even step inside. What has her life become? What happened to the Meghna that believed anyone could make their dream come true if they had a clean heart? Her heart wasn't clean anymore. And it wasn't just because she had sex with a stranger, it was beyond that. So much beyond that, that she couldn't even put it into words. And now she faces that ugly, tattered girl in the mirror and tries so desperately to wipe away the shame, but she fails. She fails. Again and again, and she can't even stand up any longer. She sinks to the ground, not even trying to control her tears. She lets them fall, because she knows that this will be the last moment she will feel alive for a very long time.