Belle paced her room anxiously. She knew the phone call she had been dreading all week would come any second now.
She jumped as the phone rang, and looked at the call display box. Her heart sank as she realized it was the call she was dreading. Her boyfriend.
She picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby! Ready for tonight? I sure can’t wait."
He started going on about how their night as going to go.
She looked around her empty room, which had been full of her friends the day before. They had discussed her problem with her boyfriend, and each one of them confirmed her fear, she needed to get rid of him. As each one of them left though, they had all reassured her that they were with her in spirit, and that she needed to stay strong.
But as she looked in the mirror at the room behind her, she realized she was dreadfully alone.
"Hey babes, you there?"
"Of course."
"You’re not saying much. Something wrong?"
"No, just thinking about how fun tonight is going to be."
"Yeah, real fun, if you know what I mean." He said, and started going on about how the night was going to go once again.
Belle looked in the mirror again, and noticed she was still alone, as one silent tear crept down her cheek. She almost sobbed, but she muffled it, and looked down at her dresser, biting her lip.
"So we’re going to have fun tonight?"
His voice made her look up, and as she looked in the mirror, she saw everyone one of her friends that had been in her room, standing behind her. She turned and searched her room, but not a person was to be found. When she looked in her mirror again, they were still there.
‘They were right,’ she though, almost crying tears of joy. ‘They really are here in spirit.’
"Hello? Belle? Are we gonna have fun tonight or not?"
"No." she said softly, not quite sure if she had really said it.
"What was that?"
"No." she said again, louder, stronger, all her confidence returning.
She picked the letter opener that was sitting on her dresser in her free hand, and looked at it.
"What do you mean no? Is there some cryptic message to that?"
"Nope. We’re not going to have fun. But I will."
"You will eh? So this is cryptic."
"No you fool. You don’t quite understand me. You’re an asshole. Get it through your head now. You’re a prick. You don’t respect me for shit. You take advantage of me at every turn any way you can. You don’t deserve me now, you never will nor ever did. You don’t even deserve to own a dog let alone live."
"Are you ok Belle? This is your boyfriend you’re talking to."
"And that’s why I’m saying the things I’m saying. Fuck you."
"What?"
"It’s over."
As she said that, she threw the letter opener at her wall of pictures. She turned away from the wall and faced her window.
"Good-bye." Belle said in her happiest tone, and then hung up the phone.
She took a breath and put the phone on the windowsill, and looked out her window.
The clouds that had been hanging in the sky all day finally broke, shining the sun on Belle’s face. She smiled and basked in the warmth of the sun for a few seconds.
When she finally turned, her eyes searched for her letter opener on the floor, but couldn’t find it. She looked up the wall and found it stuck on one of the pictures.
It was of her and her now ex-boyfriend. The letter opening was in her ex-boyfriend, right between the eyes.
~Written in July, right before I broke up with my boyfriend. Go figure.
