The Rebirth

EPISODE 6: The mess

The gold-plated mirror captured every ounce of her nudity, from her rounded bosom, extremely flat stomach, slightly curved hips down her beautiful straight legs. The more she analyzed her figure, all the more the downpour of tears. She could not believe that the man she always loved, effortlessly rejected her today in the restaurant. Oh, how excited she was and how attractively she had dressed to the location where Tonelo demanded for them to meet. She had arrived hoping to get proposed to, only to be later on broken by his blunt rejection and disapproval of their relationship. She sobbed uncontrollably, still remembering his exact words:

"I really like and care about you as a friend Ags.no doubt you are a very beautiful and attractive woman and I am sure any man would love to have you and also live the rest of his life with you. I am very sorry Ags, but that man is definitely not me, I do not love you enough to date or marry you". She looked at her reflection with so much disgust, drops of tears pouring down her cheeks in waves of sadness.

At this point she questioned the necessity of her plastic surgery procedures. There were of no use for her considering that Tonelo still didn’t find her attractive or worthy of his love. She cursed the day she decided to surgically enhance her physical features. This obsession began the very moment Tonelo joked about his liking for thick girls like her sister. Though it was just a harmless joke to him, Agnes never stopped trying to be thick ever since.

At some point when she saw that her body could not accumulate fat into the right places as she wanted, she decided to become someone else, only for the sake of the man she loved. Those procedures were painful and some of them hard to recover after, but her hope for a better future with him somehow made the pain bearable. Now she could emotionally feel those wounds all over again, but they were less painful than her broken heart.

She sat on the armless chair, thick veins outlining on her forehead as she gave out an intense wail. The rage took control over her mind and she felt trapped in her own madness. She flung away the pink duvet from the well-arranged bed, tossed the pillows on the ground and swooped down every breakable and unbreakable object from the dressing table. She lashed out, creating a mess in the room that was once her sanctuary, but even then, nothing could have compensated for a broken heart.

She violently punched the mirror successively, reckless to the damage the pieces of glass caused to her hand.

A random glass slit through her wrist causing her hand to bleed considerably, the red liquid pouring down her hand as she cringed at the pain. She was a doctor and could have bandaged the wound in a matter of minutes, but at that point she didn’t care anymore because the pain she felt, somehow it compensated for a greater one, the one in her heart.

Agnes fell weakly on the floor as her blood dripped all over the ceramic. She felt both dizzy and light headed from bleeding for hours, her subconsciousness fighting to stay awake. She could faintly hear the constant banging on the door, and some voices.

"Madam, please open the door, it is time to clean your room!",

"Madam are you ok? Please open the door!"

"Madam please open the door!"

Agnes tried to reach for the door but she was too weak to even lift a hand. She did not hear when the door was forced open but she could faintly discern some people running towards where she was now lying.

Her body now laid in a pool of blood. She felt the warm sensation of sheets on her body.

Panic and fear were all she could see in the person’s eyes before drifting into oblivion.