Chapter # 2:
The elevator stopped on the 10th floor of the hotel, as Molly slowly trudged out. As she reached her room, all she could think of was how much she hated Victoria, hated her co workers, hated everyone. "But did I deserve this?" she thought to herself, "was I really that awful?" She thought about it for a second and as she rubbed her shaved scalp, tears welled up in her eyes, "Maybe I do deserve this" she sighed sadly as she walked inside.
She threw her bag down and took out the two bottles, the small bottle of sleeping pills and the large bottle of Jack Daniels. "No use waiting" she softly said, "It's not like anyone's going to miss me anyway". Molly wasn't much of a drinker, it didn't take much to knock her out usually, so combined with the pills, she was certain it'd be enough to end her life.
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liquor
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows Away tomorrows
Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you'd escape the reaper
You can't escape the master keeper
'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie
Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why
Ozzy Osbourne "Suicide Solution"
But a few drinks later, much to her dismay, Molly was still alive, the only effect the pills and liquor had was to get her drunk and make her even more upset than she was before. "Here's one for the road" she slurred out loud, as she swallowed what was left of the whiskey in one gulp. "To the end of Molly Holly' she yelled out as she fell off the bed onto the floor.
About an hour had passed, Molly lying on the floor with her eyes open, when all of a sudden she felt a terrible pain in her stomach, she squirmed on the floor, as all of a sudden she felt an incredible urge to vomit. She dragged herself along the floor and in to the bathroom, making it to the toilet bowl she stuck her head over the side and vomited into it. After about a minute she stopped and slumped back on the cold tiled floor, "That should've killed me" she thought "but all I've got is a hangover, guess it's just not my day", as she laughed bitterly, a few small tears began to run down her face.
Sitting there for a few minutes, Molly gave up her thoughts of suicide and decided to get up and wash her face, maybe that would make her feel better. The cold water felt good against her face, but then she saw her new reflection in the mirror for the first time, as she looked at the bald head that was in front of her, she started to get upset again. Victoria had done a rough job on Molly's head, aside from the freshly shaved scalp, their were little cuts and scrape marks on her head too, Molly thought she looked hideous as she burst into tears and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Finally she got herself calmed down, over and over she repeated to herself "it's only hair, it'll grow back", then a new thought popped into her head, revenge. She smiled as she thought of getting revenge on those who had hurt her, those who were never there for her, those who'd made her life a living hell. She went and had a shower and cleaned herself up, then finally went to sleep, physically and mentally exhausted from a terrible day, but she went to sleep with a smile as she knew, tommorow was a new day, the day that her payback would be begin.