She, like most, did not really feel resembled in that reflection.
Jenny read the newspaper. Well, she looked at the pictures. She actually only read pages that seemed particularly depressing.
Jenny wanted fear.
Jenny wanted pain.
So Jenny walked to work that day, like any day, watched her own reflection, any chance she would get, in car windows, windows of any kind really, shiny black marble floors, motorcycle mirrors.
Sometimes she'd try to watch herself in the eyes of someone looking at her.
Jenny fancied life to be a big reality TV show.
Jenny remembers nothing now.
But only because it's a recurring feeling.
Jenny wanted to buy something pleasant. Something with a nice smell.
Sunshine, if it had a smell.
Jenny bought the item and walked out to go home.
Jenny never saw home that day.
Sometimes Jenny remembers the smell of the perfume store.
It gave her a headache.
Now she always has a headache.
Jenny figured, the man didn't find her attractive.
Because he didn't even try to take advantage of her bound body.
Jenny was a slight bit insulted.
Sometimes Jenny hears this bird in the morning.
She used to curse this bird.
He disrupted her sleep.
Jenny doesn't remember if she's blind or not.
But she remembers colors.
Jenny was taken.
Jenny doesn't know why.
Jenny doesn't wonder.
Jenny feels the show has begun.
Now Jenny lives.
And Jenny dies a hero.