All throughout his childhood, all throughout high school, and all throughout his young adulthood, Anon had never cried.
Until now.
As he sat down on the hospital bed's stiff mattress, his vision went blurry. Droplets were swelling on his eyes. Soon, wet spots began to pelt the hem of his dress. What started as a trickle soon became a stream, and soon his entire face was soaked with tears.
His chest tightened up, and his throat felt hoarse. He felt like screaming.
He had been cheated.
The maid dress was supposed to make him attractive.
But he still looked as ugly as ever.
As he sat there violently sobbing, he couldn't get the image out of his mind. What he had seen in the mirror had scarred him, and he wasn't sure he could ever recover.
A nurse came in.
"Oh, are you ok?" she asked.
"I'm fucking fine!" Anon snarled, spit shooting out of his mouth. "I'm fantastic!"
The nurse looked mortified, and quickly left.
Alone with his thoughts again, Anon only felt worse. He was a complete loser. He was a disgusting maggot of a human being, so ugly that he didn't even deserve to be alive anymore. He had been a complete asshole to his friends, and they had abandoned him. And then he had abandoned the one friend who had stayed behind and offered to help him.
His heart started beating faster, and his entire world felt like it was spinning. He had a terrible headache, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take this.
Spit and bile were drooling out of his mouth onto the wooden floor. At the sight of his own bile, he vomited. The sticky stew of intestinal fluid soaked through the lap of his dress, and it felt cold on his thighs. The feeling of his own fluids on his thighs made him throw up again, violently retching all over the floor. Then he felt his entire body go limp, and he slid onto the floor, soaking into his second round of vomit.
To be continued...
