Lipstick #4
This is my 4th lipstick in this month. For the past few days, every lipstick I used keeps getting broken in half mysteriously. At first, I thought I must have left the lipstick open on my dresser and it might have fallen down and the luscious scarlet red bar broke. But I don’t think that’s the case, now that it has been happening repeatedly. I’m starting to be alarmed about this whole lipstick misfortune. What if this house is being haunted or what if I’m being haunted? Or worse. What if I’m being stalked or what if someone is out there who is doing all this diligently to make me go crazy?
I’m losing my sleep over this. I unwrapped the plastic box that contained the brand new lipstick. I opened the lid of the lipstick. I couldn’t resist wearing it. It’s a beautiful shade. This is the color that the Brothers Grimm might have had in their minds when they were writing that Snow White had “lips red as blood.” It’s a shame that this alluring lipstick is not being used to its fullest and meets a harrowing end. Not this one. I’m going to ensure that nothing happens to this lipstick.
I put the lid back on the lipstick and placed it at the center of the dresser after clearing the top of the dresser. I placed a chair a few feet away from the dresser and sat there looking at the lipstick plainly. I can’t let anything happen to this lipstick. I simply cannot. There have been days when I didn’t feel like getting out of my bed. I managed to get through such days by simply wearing this lipstick. There have been times when I couldn’t bring myself to wear makeup. Those days, I just stroked this lipstick across my lips, and voila! I felt pretty as ever. I have grown too attached to this lipstick. It gives me self-esteem like nothing else does. I can’t turn a blind eye while it is being butchered like this. Also, do you know how expensive these lipsticks are? If something were to happen to this one, I can’t afford another one, unless I want to remain hungry for the remainder of the month.
It’s been two hours. Two very long hours. Sitting and staring and doing literally nothing. Maybe this is all in my head. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I’ve been careless. Who would go to such lengths to just mess with a lipstick? It just renders the lipstick useless to anyone. I’ve gone crazy growing paranoid over my lipstick. Now I’m extremely hungry and tired. I’ll just grab something and go to bed. I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich with the leftovers in the refrigerator, which aren’t many, considering how I spent almost my entire salary on lipsticks. One must think I’m stupid. I made a sandwich with the leftover egg salad, and I emptied the plate in seconds.
To think that I thought a few hours back that there’s someone out there who’s hell bent on messing with me makes me chuckle. It’s been a long day. My body is sore, and I’ve been suppressing a yawn for quite some time now. I started to my bed. On my way to my bed, I turned to my left and glanced at the dresser. To my dismay, the slab on top of the dresser is empty. I rushed to the dresser and started to look around it frantically. I found the lipstick, with its lid open, by the leg of the dresser. It was broken in half just like the other lipsticks. If only I had kept my watch longer or took this seriously… What have I done? What just happened here?
