Being A Victim

‘OH NO’, she yelled.

I stood there facing her – as blunt as could be.

‘But… why, Jo? Why’d you do it?’

‘I had my reasons’, I said in a shallow voice. ‘I sat through high school, through college, through work – all the girls around me. I could not take it anymore. I was a victim, Shay.’

‘A victim?’, she sat down, breathing it all in. ‘You could have let me help you. You could have called, Jo. I would have run and come immediately. You know it!’

I looked down. I did know it, but I felt this was something I had to do by myself. I also knew that I had made a mistake.

She looked at me and frowned.

‘Shay, please say something’, I whispered in the awkward silence. I could not bear it for any longer.

She stood up, turned around, and then walked towards me. Slowly but calmly, she put her hand on my face.

‘What do you think?’ I asked

‘It is traumatizing,’ she smirked


‘Well, sure, Jo, that is all she left on your head,’ she smiled

Stomping my feet, I left the room throwing what was left of my hair in the air. All I wanted was a trim not the route to baldness.



Raise Your Glass!

‘COME ON. It will be fun! I promise’, my friend was yelling from across the room. It had been days since I had gone anywhere and she had taken it onto herself to make me.
I was reluctant. I had a lot of things to do and honestly, I was not so thrilled about it.
‘Oh, Jane, you need to get out once in a while. Come with me, it is just me and some friends. We will hang out; maybe meet some new people – if you know what I mean?’ She winked at me as she threw herself across my couch.
‘I don’t want to meet any new people! I am quite happy by myself.’ I sniffed and stomped across the room.
‘Look, you will be doing the same thing you do at home, just outside! With other people – it is more fun that way. Trust me.’ She looked at the bottles lined up on my bar. She made a valid point, I suppose.
‘Fine, I will come along. But if I do not enjoy it, I will come back home. I cannot handle the idea of too many crazy people around me.’, I rolled my eyes and sat down as she clapped her hands together.
‘It’s a deal, and everyone will be busy in their own world any way!’ She grabbed my bag and my coat and we left the house.
As we entered the dimly lit yet loud room, I saw glasses lying around, shoes hanging over people’s heads, tiny dresses torn at the bottom, and a lot of chaos. I headed to the table and softly kept my purse. As I pulled out my bottle from the bag and began to paint it, I thought of what a shady place hobby class was.

Therapy of Sorts

Another night, another heart break – it felt like a recurring situation that had gotten me nowhere so far.
Like the amazing friends that they were, they stood firm through it all and came to me with our ritualistic solution.
“It’s time”, Jo said. I nodded.
Anna got the car keys, while the rest dressed me up. It was tough to get back outside and face it but, it was time to be happy again, or at least pretend to be.
Taking my wallet, my phone, my keys, and an extra lip colour just in case, we got into the car and off we drove. We played songs in the car and made our best attempt to karaoke an opera.
Finally, I could see it. It was buzzing; we rushed out of the car and made our way in. The lights, the smell, the people, I could already feel myself getting alright again. I took to the floor as I heard the music.
We sat around a table while my friend brought a bunch of drinks to the table. It had been so long, I was thrilled. I could feel the drinks hit me and relieve me almost instantly. I felt happy, hyper even. We sang along and clicked photos as we munched on the bits and I tried to keep my lip colour in place.
I loved it!
Finally, when it had gotten late enough, we collected our things and staggered and stuttered across the room. There came a voice behind us – “Thank you for coming!”
We looked back at our table which was lined with smoothies and empty burger boxes, and yelled back – “Have a good night!”
McDonald’s had always proven to be the best therapy.


A Love Like No Other`

“Good morning, beautiful”, I looked at her, sighing.

I wonder how I got so lucky to be able to wake up to her face every morning.

“Give me a second”, I said to her, “I will be right back”. I rushed to the kitchen to make me some coffee, and grab some breakfast.

I had a list of things planned for the day. I had to drive myself to work, and then join my friends for a dinner. I was up and about in no time.

Giving her a kiss goodbye, I left the house and went to the bakery where I worked. I started with the dough and hummed while I shuffled with the bowl. I was so in love, oh.

Sometimes I would turn around, and I would feel her by my side.

As the shop shut close, I changed into something decent and headed out to meet my friends, where it was only she who was waiting for me!

It was a date. We had the best conversation ever. We talked about work, and life, in general. We laughed so much, I could see people turning their heads (to report us, probably).

As I got up to escort her out, she had already gotten into a cab and I saw her pass me by through the window. What just happened? Why couldn’t she wait for me? Why did she run away like that?

Flushed with red, I got home and there she was – standing in front of me.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE TO YOU?” I lifted my fist and aimed it at her face.

Ashamed, I looked at my bloody fist and then at the broken face, the mirror had found someone new, someone shattered.

I finally removed my wallet and confronted the prescription that read ‘Diagnosed – Narcissistic Personality Disorder’.