I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this. I try to be a good person most of the time. I help old ladies across the street sometimes. I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store. These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.
Sure I had my bad times. We all have those. Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.
Bethany sat down in front of the mirror, her implements of battle arrayed in front of her. She unsheathed her first weapon then pursed her lips. The bright ruby red lip gloss shimmered in the morning light. Next a pretty purple sparkly eye shadow was applied a little below the eye and rich thick color above. She applied mascara next, each eyelash painstakingly teased to at least twice its thickness. Lastly, Bethany applied blush to her cheeks, gaining a very healthy glow. She looked so pretty!
Her mom came into the bathroom, saw her six year old, and cried, “Bethany!”
I look my demon in the eyes without flinching, much. My demon could sense my trepidation, taste my fears. “You will never be a success,” my demon says. “You don’t have the fire inside to do it.”
I shake my head. “I can do it,” I say, but it sounds whiny in my ears. “I can change.” My demon smiled even more, his eyes throwing daggers at my resolve. “Really.”
“You are a wanna be,” my demon says. “Remember that time you wanted to ask Renee out, but instead you just babbled for like five minutes, making you sound like an idiot before walking away?” I look at my feet, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing. “You said you could do that too. But don’t worry, you will never be alone. You are a loser, and I will always be here to remind you of that. That’s how great of a demon I am.”
I begin to walk away, but stop. “You know something,” I say, “If I am such a loser, that means you must be one too.” I turn and look him in the eyes again, this time without flinching. “I mean, why would you be my demon if you didn’t suck at being one. I mean, if you were awesome you would be plaguing Tom Brady or Beyonce. Instead you’re stuck with me.”
“Boy, get out of here with that,” my demon sputters. “Without me being so awesome you would be kicking butt and living the good life. I’m one of the best demons there is.”
I smile my own grin of daggers as my demon realizes what he had done. “Thanks, now I know I’m awesome.” My demon watches horrified as I walk away from the mirror.