She saw her nightstand clock. It was 10 PM.
"Perfect timing," she said. As she plopped down on the bed, the picture of her and her boyfriend fell off the nightstand and crashed onto the floor.
"No!" she cried, picking up the pieces. Explosive feelings flowed through a short rage as the glass cut her hands. She went over to the trash can and dropped the tear and blood covered shards into it.
"How could he...? I mean, he used me.... Why.... how...." She then gathered the remaining parts of the broken frame, tossed it, and then took the crumpled up photograph. It had already been torn up multiple times before, with only a few small pieces of tape holding it together.
"What a jerk," Janet said, wiping her eyes. "Why do I even miss him?" She sighed, tore up the photo for the final time and let the pieces flip and float down into the trash can. Relief showered her like gust of wind. Janet was done crying over him. After covering her hands with a few Band-Aids, it was finally time for a snooze. Janet lay down and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Janet rolled over and glanced at the clock. 11 PM.
"Hmm," she thought, "I've only been asleep for an hour." She felt refreshed but gross, and wondered why her head hurt. She picked up her phone and checked the calendar. Two days had passed.
"I've overslept!" she yelled, slapping her forehead. She leaped out of bed and hurried into the shower. Violently, she scrubbed herself so hard that her pouf left scratches all over her body. She dumped more soap on, scrubbing, scrubbing, scratching... For some reason, her efforts to become clean did not make her feel clean. Angry, she reached for the soap and shook the bottle hard, only to find that all of the soap was gone.
"All gone?" Janet said. "This bottle is brand new..."
The water was off and she was drying herself. She wrapped the towel around her body and walked into her room to get clothes on, but she had no clean clothes in her dresser.
Janet fell to the floor. "I am thirsty... I am hungry... My life is out of control... Who am I??" A pool of teardrops collected on the floor.
Eeeeeeeee buzz buzz buzz eeeeeeeeeeee......
A subtle whine of a fly began to be noticeable to Janet. She glanced up, but she couldn't see the fly, perhaps because her vision was cloudy. She let her head back down. The fly began to circle her head, and the volume of the whine increased.
...it became louder....
...AND LOUDER.... The squeal was piercing her eardrums...
"SHUT UP!!!!!" Janet screamed.
She panted. The whine had stopped, but the fly was still there. This time, Janet could see it, just sitting there on the floor, facing her. It was an unusually large fly, and Janet said to it, "I have never seen a fly quite like you before!"
The fly nodded, and in a smooth voice it said, "I know."
Janet gasped. Did the fly just... speak?