Kristi sat on the marble top of the sinks at the toilets and cried. Huge sobs that shook her body. Her mascara ran down her face leaving streaks of black on her light chocolate complexion. Her nose started running and as she dug into her bag she saw her face in the mirror.
Oh how the mighty have fallen, she thought. No one who knew me would recognize me. Kristi’s weave was shaggy and unkempt. The roots of her hair were showing. Her eyes were glittery red, bloodshot. Her lips were swollen, covered in red lipstick that had been bitten off as she cried. Her nose was running and the effect of a running nose, mascara streaks and red shot eyes made her look scary, in a mad sort of way.
“What am I doing here, in a dinghy bar on the wrong side of town? I wish I could turn back the clock” Kristi thought.
Loud knocking on the bathroom door startled her out of her thoughts.
Ben her boyfriend shouted, “Hurry up Kristi we are going to another bar to drink. If you don’t get out now we are leaving.”
Kristi wished she could tell Ben to go to hell and take his friends with him but she didn’t have any money to get home on her own. Funny how her knight in shining armor had turned into the devil himself.
Kristi shouted back “I am coming” she wiped her nose then washed her face, and reapplied her lipstick. She put a fake smile on her face as she walked out of the toilets knowing Ben would not like it if she had been crying. Ben was outside the toilet smoking some weed and laughing with his friends.
