She took her hairbrush into her hands, staring at it in disgust. There was a time when it was her most prized possession, but that time was long gone. She looked up at the mirror on her wall. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. The innocence and wonder that once lit up her face was gone, replaced by hatred and despair. Her hands shook. What was she going to do? Her head spun and sweat poured from her skin. She wanted to cry, but she had already used up all her tears. "What did I ever do to him?" she asked the empty room. And then something in her broke. She threw her head back and let out a long, animalistic wail. She screamed and raised her hairbrush above her head. With one swing, she smashed the hairbrush against the mirror. A crack formed through the glass, breaking it in two. Just like my heart, she thought. Again and again, she hit the mirror with the hairbrush, screaming.
"Men are selfish-" Smack! "-stupid-" Smack! "-heartless-" Smack! "PIGS!" CRASH!! The mirror fell to the floor, shards of glass raining down upon her, cutting her skin, making her bleed. She relished the pain. Still screaming, she brought her hairbrush crashing down on the broken glass, crushing the pieces into a fine, shimmering powder. Crushing the glass just like he had crushed her dreams. Finally, she fell to the ground, exhausted and drained of energy. She had nothing left. Nothing left but agony.
There was a time when she had a reason to live.
But that time was long gone.
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There Was a Time
Hayran Kurgu"He took my childhood in his stride, but he was gone when autumn came," she said. But who is "he"? And why did he leave? There was a time when Fantine was just a plain, ordinary girl who dreamed of romance and love. There was a time when Felix Tholo...
