Fogged Up

Chapter 3. The era of Bathroom Slippers.

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The restroom isn't packed. Only one girl is inside, and she too is on her way out. I walk further inside looking at the mirror that covers the wall opposite to the door. I stare at my unclear reflection while walking closer to have a better look.

"I look like a dying raccoon!" I exclaim standing not more than two feet away from the mirror. Dark circles have highlighted my eyes and my face looks beyond pathetic. I hadn't even noticed my own attire until now. I'm wearing a black sweater and a pair of faded jeans. My hair is tied in a messy bun. Calling it "messy" would be an understatement. I don't remember combing it either. May be I haven't?

My eyes travel to the reflection of my feet and I half-chuckle-half-cry at the sight of them. To take fashion to a whole new level, I'm wearing my bathroom slippers.

"Fuck!" My voice definitely goes with my look.

The restroom door opens and Cheryl walks in. "There you are!" She rushes to me and gives me a hug.

I rest my head on her shoulder and hug her back.

Cheryl finally breaks the silence. "I'm gonna chop off his testicles into tiny little pieces."

We pull away and I speak. "I'm a fucking idiot."

Cher looks serious and thoughtful; totally opposite from her usual self. "That you are. But you're also a fucking human and guess what? Humans make mistakes. So stop blaming yourself because while you made a mistake by dating him, that scumbag made a mistake by not seeing how blessed he was."

Unable to reply, I just look down and close my eyes.

"Vers," she puts her hand on my shoulder before continuing, "You haven't lost anything."

Yeah, except my pride and my dignity and trust and what not. "Don't you hate me for not listening to your warning?"

She looks at me as if I just asked her which planet we live in."Okay, you have lost something. Your brain. C'mon Vers, we're best friends! I always hate you. Talking about my warning, I understood. That dumbfuck had you captivated."

"Sorry, Cher."

Cheryl scrunches her nose and takes a step back. "Stop it! You're being pussy-er than necessary."

"But you love me either way." I joke, lightened up a bit. I won't ever admit it to her face, but Cher's presence is enough to make things a little better.

"Poor, delusional soul you are."

"Kiss my ass," I pause before continuing, "Talking about kissing, let's get out of here before people start thinking we're making out."

Cheryl begins to walk but stops in her track as her eyes dart towards my feet. "Bathroom slippers? Seriously!?"

"What? With everything going on, I forgot abou-"

She looks at my face in disbelief. "What happened to your face? You look like you're about to audition for a horror movie!"

"I could be."

"Didn't you comb your hair?"

"I don't remember."

She lets out a deep breath before taking out a box from her bag where all her make-up supplies are kept.

"Sit down, lady." Her voice is stern.

"On this floor? My butt will freez-"

"Shut up. I'm gonna try to make you look human. Now do as I say."

"Yes, ma'am." I don't fight back. Although I'm not up for a make-over right now, if I walk out this way, someone will surely take me to a mental hospital.