Scratched into the surface of the
bathroom mirror were the words, “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.”
A young man, intoxicated and
nearing unconsciousness, slouched on the floor in the corner. The single dim
bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling produced just enough light to
reveal the sanguine walls were not pure. From baseboards to ceiling, messages
were scrawled on every inch of wall. Though there was writing everywhere, the
mirror was clean aside from its single message. The young man in the corner had
become a part of the setting, absorbed into the atmosphere of the bathroom.
He was near asleep now, but his
state of being had changed. Slowly his consciousness was going, but the last
part of his brain left awake was sober; despite the spinning room he could see
clearly and his perception was quick. His eyes moved over everything, shifting
from the worn wooden door, to the dirty linoleum floor, to the dripping of poor
plumbing under the sink, to the beer stain on the collar of his rumpled suede
jacket, and back to the door.
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As his eyes stayed on the door, watchful like he was
expecting a certain person, a man walked in. He was most likely still in his
twenties and it looked like he had landed a solid job after college. Judging by
his clean outfit complimented by a black tie, freshly shined leather shoes and
a Rolex, he had probably graduated with a degree in business from NYU or George
Washington. Finishing school with zero debt thanks to family money, he was
undoubtedly given some job here in Manhattan with hardly any qualifications,
earning more money off the bat than hundreds of others in the same company who
had worked for years and were much more deserving. But when your father knows
people, lack of credentials and effort don’t matter.
It wasn’t
just his outfit that gave all this away; it was his smirk. It wasn’t a
youthful, excited smirk that would suggest he thought he would be getting lucky
that night; it was one of ignorance, put on with effort to insinuate he could
buy luck, and it showed he had a disgusting love for himself—a love greater
than any he would ever gift a woman or other human or any thing on the Earth.
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