A slice of Little Girl Lost
Oh and how Victoria hated her; that woman in the mirror. She despised her with every single fiber of her being. She screamed at her, punched the glass unless the reflection shattered and her hand hurt—scraped up with glass shards. But the woman stayed, looking back at her, spider webs cracking across her face.
She screamed again, fingers pulling at the blazer, throwing it away. Nails ripped at the neat stockings and kicked away the sensible shoes. The glasses lay broken in two at her feet. Her palms furiously rubbed at her eyes. Her eyes now donned black eyes of mascara and liner. The back of her hand quickly wiped at her lips, leaving a smear of mauve on her bruised skin.
Her hands then tangled into her hair destroying the bun. She pulled, pulled, pulled at her hair, tearing at her scalp and ripping out small clumps of hair.
She mustn’t be there. That woman mustn’t be there when she looks in the mirror. She never wanted to see her again. Frantically looking around the bathroom, she threw bottles and creams this way and that. Victoria did find what she was looking for: the first aid kit. And inside was a pair of scissors. They were meant to be used for cutting bandages or cutting away clothes if there was a horrid injury. But she needed it for something more dire.
A fist grabbed a length of long brown hair, pulling it away from her head. Her right hand held the scissors, lingering by her head. The woman in the mirror did the same. “Go away. Go away!” she wailed. “The scissors snipped wildly through her locks. Down the clump of hair fell to the bathroom tile. Victoria stared at the fuzz lump, it looked so much like a yeti it made her eyes fill with tears.
But when she looked back into the mirror, the woman was vanishing. Warping. Changing. It was working.
She cut in an awful sort of frenzy. Slicing through hair at odd angles and different lengths. Over and over and over until the ends of her hair just went past her chin.
At last, Victoria no longer saw the stranger in the mirror. She saw instead a girl. With bright sad blue eyes, mangled brown hair. And the saddest look on her voice, frowning pink lips. All alone. Terribly lost. And terribly afraid.