The girl rubs her eyes and glares into the mirror. “I drank so much water yesterday I probably lost ten pounds peeing,” she mused, leaning in. “Why are my lips so dry?” She pulls down her lower lip to inspect the crinkled red skin.
I chuckle. She has yet to notice me. I give it five seconds. Four…Three…Two…One…
“CRAP!” She shrieks in surprise. A small, fat finger rubs across me. “Not another one.”
Yes, dear. Another one. She experiments by faking a smile, and I pull the lip skin tight, causing it to tear above me. I snicker with glee as she curses and roots around for a wet piece of toilet paper to stop the bleeding.
Leaving the bathroom without bothering to turn off the light -doesn’t she know that harms the environment?- she stomps to the kitchen. I stay silent about the fact that she has forgotten her pants.
“Mom. Look.” She points angrily to me. The girl’s mother points her to a drawer. Lips set in a grim line, the girl moves towards it. In fear, I cause the skin around me to start bleeding again.
“Augh! Can I put Abreva over it while it’s bleeding?” The girl digs through the junk drawer.
“You should probably try to clean it up first.” The mother answers, sipping coffee.
The girl finds another wet paper towel and wipes me off. Then that fat little finger reaches for the small tube. I start to bleed again, but she absently wipes at me again and squeezes out a small amount of the white gel, applying it evenly over my surface.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE it BUUUUURNS. She will pay. At the same time as I start to bleed again, I begin sucking all the moisture out of her lips. All that’s left, at least.
“Mom…” The mother looks up. “Mom, what’s happening OH GOD WHERE DID ALL THE MOISTURE IN MAH LIPS GO.”
Serves your right. Done with her lips, I grow nearly an inch in size and begin to extract all the liquid from her mouth area.
“MAM! MAM! DERE’S NO ‘IKWOOD IN MAH MOUF. MAAAAAM.”
Stronger and stronger I get, until she is nothing more than a shriveled pile of skin and bone. I am enormous. I am victorious. I am mighty.
I. Am. In. Charge.
I’m not going to tell you how much i LOVED THIS
because it is obviously apparent that I must.