“Ready, Set…

Ashley’s face was pressed up close to the mirror as she analyzed every tiny pore and perpetual wrinkle and line that had taken up shop on her seventeen year old face. Though free from the standard blemishes that seemed to attack the teenage face, she only considered her looks to be about average. She could be perceived as breath-takingly beautiful or flat out butt ugly, however her lack of self esteem had decided to collect any beliefs of external beauty, thump it over the head with a pipe, secure it’s arms and legs to the front seat of a Cadillac with fishing wire, place a small cement block onto the accelerator, and watched with glee as the vehicle careened down an embankment and into a river. Beauty regained consciousness as the water had reached its lower lip, and the wire had slit its wrists open as beauty struggled desperately to save herself.

Glancing down to the sink, black dye had clung to the porcelain bowl in patches, and had managed to somehow attach itself to one of the walls and the majority of the tile floor. She frowned, her stomach fighting off that annoying acidic feeling, a result of her nervousness over the outcome of her hair. The can of “No Frizz” lay on its side next to the box of L’Oreal, a blob of sticky foam on the bottle’s tip, having solidified after about ten minutes of contact with the outside world. The plastic dye application gloves, at first a mystery to the girl upon retrieval from the box, lay in a heap, covered in various liquid smudges, denoting the three stages of dye application.

Ashley let out a thick chuckle, as the bathroom had been transformed into the aftermath of a cold blooded and premeditated murder. She imagined body parts stacked absentmindedly in the tub, waiting for an acid bath that would eliminate all evidence of the act. If she had trash bags handy, she may have put the parts inside them, thrown them into the trunk of her SUV and dumped them along the highway somewhere near Santa Ana. However, the threat of blood seeping into her trunk’s carpet seemed too much of a risk and she scrapped that idea as immediately as it had formed.