I have been waiting for this evening for two weeks and only now I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. Nervously I curl my hair around my finger, even though I spent an hour trying to make it look eligible. I look around me and try to find something to distract me so that I won't lose my mind. I make sure I have everything I need in my purse for the third time and adjust the hem of my dress. She's sure taking her time and it doesn't help at all. I lightly knock on her door and just then she opens it.
My heart starts racing as I see her. Her bronze hair has been neatly curled and lies on her shoulders and the white, silky dress she has brings out her shapes the right way. As I look in her eyes she clearly blushes.

I look in the bathroom mirror. I can barely recognize the person in it. The cloudy, bloodshot eyes aren't mine, nor is the strange lipstick that had appeared all over my face. My skin was bruised and more pale than ever before. I shouldn't have drunk that much. As I tried to solve all the tangles in my hair I watched as many of those long dirty blond strands of hair fell on the floor. I didn't even care anymore. I had a horrible headache from last night's drinking.
"Where did you go?", I heard from my bedroom. It was a woman's voice. It sounded so familiar, yet I couldn't recognize it. I followed the voice to the room and found her there. A girl, perhaps two or three years younger than I was, lied between the sheets. Her beautiful brown hair was unbelievably neat and straight, her blue eyes were clear unlike mine and her skin was pure and clean. But I saw that the faded lipstick was the same I had on my face. I couldn't remember anything related to the previous night so I asked, 'where am I?'

As my hands ripped the filthy man's heart out and crushed it as he was still conscious, I laid my eyes on her. My love, my unspoiled flower, this evil man will never hurt you again. But she just stared at me, in my eyes, lying on the floor, not saying a word. I felt her pulse getting louder and more frequent. My poor baby, it's all better now. She grew pale. Gods, he must've done something to her. I will never forgive him. Once I'd swiped my hand on his stained shirt I took her in my arms and kissed her red, beautiful lips. 'Don't worry, love, I will always protect you.' But she didn't answer me. Instead, she started crying. 'Sshh, it's all right.' She pushed me away and started throwing everything she found at me. 'Monster!' she shouted. 'Somebody, help!' At first I didn't realize what was going on. Didn't she love me? Then I realized it - the man had done something very bad to her. Used her, stained her. She couldn't even scream. Only now she was finally able to let it out.