The water frothed and boiled over the edge of the pot as Eve White
came to. Funny, she didn't remember putting anything on the stove...
She pulled herself up slowly, wincing at the harsh pounding in her head. She felt as if she had a bit too much to drink, despite the fact that she hadn't touched a drop since she'd given birth her daughter. 'It's probably a migraine...' she thought, once again denying what it really was. Quickly, she turned the burner off and moved across the checkerboard tiled floor, to the hardwood of the hallway, then back onto tiles in the bathroom to search for an aspirin.
She stopped before pulling the medicine cabinet open, examining her reflection. Her plain and simple appearance was replaced by that of a somewhat saucy one. Heavy make-up encircled her light gray eyes and her blonde hair was done up in curls. Usually, Eve would just tie it back to keep it out of her face. She was wearing a dress that she was sure she'd never seen before. A slinky red number, with the straps hanging off her shoulders. She wasn't used to seeing herself so... exposed.
"Miss Black, what did you do this time?" She quietly asked the mirror as she gently touched a new bruise on her cheek.
'Your ass of a husband hit me again,' came Her voice. Miss Black was always snippety when she was forced down again. 'He slapped me across the face because I went out dancing, then he tells me to go make him dinner! Hell, I don't know how to cook a damn thing! Honestly, Eve... I don't know why you married him.' Eve pressed her fingers to her temples and squeezed her eyes shut. It always hurts when she talks.
Eve glared at her mirror image as she pulled open the cabinet and too out the bottle of aspirins, shaking two of the small white pills into her hand. "Go away," she ordered "You can't just come out whenever you want to."
'Oh and I suppose you think I'll just stay in here? You don't do anything, Eveie. Look at yourself, you look great in that dress! But you hide under your big sweaters all the time.' The words bounced around inside her head painfully, and she quickly filled a glass of water, then downed it with the pills.
"I look like a tramp," she informed her other part. "That's what you are, a tramp."
'You can't lie to someone you share the same mind with. I know you like it.' Eve hated that Miss Black was right. She did like how the dress clung to her petite frame...
"Just shut it," the distressed woman turned away from the reflection, exiting the bathroom to clean up the mess in the kitchen. She would have to make another appointment for tomorrow.
She pulled herself up slowly, wincing at the harsh pounding in her head. She felt as if she had a bit too much to drink, despite the fact that she hadn't touched a drop since she'd given birth her daughter. 'It's probably a migraine...' she thought, once again denying what it really was. Quickly, she turned the burner off and moved across the checkerboard tiled floor, to the hardwood of the hallway, then back onto tiles in the bathroom to search for an aspirin.
She stopped before pulling the medicine cabinet open, examining her reflection. Her plain and simple appearance was replaced by that of a somewhat saucy one. Heavy make-up encircled her light gray eyes and her blonde hair was done up in curls. Usually, Eve would just tie it back to keep it out of her face. She was wearing a dress that she was sure she'd never seen before. A slinky red number, with the straps hanging off her shoulders. She wasn't used to seeing herself so... exposed.
"Miss Black, what did you do this time?" She quietly asked the mirror as she gently touched a new bruise on her cheek.
'Your ass of a husband hit me again,' came Her voice. Miss Black was always snippety when she was forced down again. 'He slapped me across the face because I went out dancing, then he tells me to go make him dinner! Hell, I don't know how to cook a damn thing! Honestly, Eve... I don't know why you married him.' Eve pressed her fingers to her temples and squeezed her eyes shut. It always hurts when she talks.
Eve glared at her mirror image as she pulled open the cabinet and too out the bottle of aspirins, shaking two of the small white pills into her hand. "Go away," she ordered "You can't just come out whenever you want to."
'Oh and I suppose you think I'll just stay in here? You don't do anything, Eveie. Look at yourself, you look great in that dress! But you hide under your big sweaters all the time.' The words bounced around inside her head painfully, and she quickly filled a glass of water, then downed it with the pills.
"I look like a tramp," she informed her other part. "That's what you are, a tramp."
'You can't lie to someone you share the same mind with. I know you like it.' Eve hated that Miss Black was right. She did like how the dress clung to her petite frame...
"Just shut it," the distressed woman turned away from the reflection, exiting the bathroom to clean up the mess in the kitchen. She would have to make another appointment for tomorrow.