Numb

It was ugliest of all things.

She stared at it. Her fingers whispered across its surface. It was slightly elastic. It was pale. There was a look of death about it.

Her hand dropped back to her side. For a moment, just a single moment, she wondered why she didn't just smash the glass. It was only a mirror. He had no fondness for mirrors. He had enough money to replace it if he wanted.

Then, life stirred behind her eyes. He would hit her. If she broke the mirror, regardless of whether he even wanted it, he would hit her. She would be on the floor. She would be his rag doll. She would bleed and he would hit her more.

It would hurt.

She tilted her head slightly. Her lips came apart. Was that a question? Her mind was silent. There was no buzz of electricity, no life line that held her to existence. It was silent. Not even the flickering light made a sound.

She glanced up. The light's flickering? It was. The ghastly walls looked a tad green in its sputters. She drew her gaze away. It returned to the mirror. There were toothbrushes lying haphazardly on the sink, she was sure. There were meant to be.

She stared at her face. It was as still as graves. Her eyes were sunken. There was no spark.

She didn't even feel the need to turn her lips downwards.

Author's Note: There is a video. It's my favourite for this couple. I think it's very well known. The song certainly should be. I wanted to write this in response to that. The song's running through my head. It's going crazy so I thought that I should put it to good use.

Thank you for reading. I do hope that you have enjoyed this piece. I apologise if I have disappointed you.