Chapter 4: Calendar Girl
'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all?'
'My dear, I would say there are thousands of maids prettier then you. You are an eyesore, a monstrosity to look at. You have a face that only a mother could love; a mother who's blind in one eye and murky in the other. Trust me when I say that the world would be a much better place without you.'
Page hated that mirror. It was the mirror that made her realize how ugly she was. The mirror didn't care about the past; that she was once a beautiful model, that her name once graced every fashion magazine. No, all it did was mock her, bringing her back to her hellish reality. Page had tried to bring her dignity back by extracting her revenge on the ones who had stolen her fame, but Batman was quick to crush her goal. Now all she had left was her blank porcelain mask.
'Grieve for what you have lost. Cry that you had the misfortune of not being good enough for the masses,' echoed the mirror in her head.
Page looked up at the mirror that hung above her bed and muttered weakly, "Quit it."
'What ever for? You know that what I say is true. You're ugly and old. Nobody likes you. Frankly I'm surprised that you haven't tried to kill yourself yet.'
Page started to cry because it was true. If she wasn't ugly then why did her modeling agency fire her after she worked for them for so many years? Every agency after that said that she was too old to be a model and rejected her on the spot. However, she was also growing angry at the mirror. Even though it spoke the truth, she thought the only one that should be uttering putdowns is herself.
'Can't handle a little criticism?', mocked the mirror.
"Shut up," she hissed, growing more furious by the second.
'Aw, do you feel hurt? I'm sorry that you were born hideous and deformed,' said the mirror, its voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Shut up!" yelled out Page as she got up, her whole body trembling with rage.
The mirror started to laugh at her. It grew louder and louder until she couldn't stand it anymore. Page threw a bed-knob at the mirror and a large crack formed on its reflective surface. She could still hear the laughter, so she grabbed it from the wall and threw it at the glass-walled portion of her cell.
Even then the vicious laughter didn't stop, so she walked over to it and began to punch it, ripping out the loose shards of glass as she screamed, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
After she tore out all the pieces of glass from the mirror frame and stomped them into tiny bits, she calmed down as she struggled to catch her breath after all her screaming.
She smiled at the silent remains of her enemy and said in a low whisper, "The only person that can insult me is me, you son of a bitch."
Page heard her cell door open and a tentative voice ask, "Ms. Monroe?..."
Page turned around and she saw a woman orderly holding a tray with a glass of water and some pills. She heard the orderly gasp and almost drop the tray that she was holding after looking at Page's bloodied knuckles and the glass on the floor. The orderly backed away from the cell and yelled out in panic, "Dr. Bartholomew!"
Page watched the frantic orderly calmly and thought to herself, 'Really I don't see why there's a need for panic. There's nothing wrong.'
She looked back at the shards of glass and continued, 'No, nothing wrong at all.'
Author's Note: Yes, I know Calendar Girl is a minor villain, but she seemed like a good enough angst-filled character to write about. If you don't know who she is, go check out the episode, "Mean Seasons".