Early afternoon shafts of sunlight filter through the shutters, waking her up. Exhaling and, for a second, watching motes of dust eddying in and out of the slanting shadows, she gathers herself, eases into the bathroom.
– Today will be a good day.
Catching sight of herself in the mirror, her gaze fixes on her nakedness. “Today, I will become a better person. Not for anyone, but for myself.”
She draws herself up, momentarily confident, proud.
– Like last night.
Punctured, jaw clenching, eyes reddening. “I needed the money, besides, I ‘m the most beautiful girl in the world. That’s what he said.”
– No matter.
Returning to the room. The needle.
– You have a choice.
Staring, “Today, I will become a better person. Not for anyone, but for myself”
– This is not my choice.
Submitting, “Today, I will become a better person. Not for anyone, but for myself”
– I have no choice