I looked at the bruised face of the girl staring back at me. Her blonde hair hung around her face, wet with sweat and there was a stream of blood flowing from her cut lip. She lifted her pale hand to wipe away the red, from her mouth though there was still a stain trailing from her bottom lip down her chin.
It never looked like this in the movies. It was always different from the way I lived it. Your hair never fell just the right way, the bullets never missed by just an inch, not to mention the bad guys usually have good aim and you never trusted anyone, especially if they were attractive.
“Do you think they really want to help you? No one wants to help you. No one wants you. You need to do this yourself.” I said to the girl. Her face stayed unchanged.
She didn’t feel pain. She trained herself not to feel pain. I allowed a smile to tease my lips and saw the same smile on her face.
“You think this will end one day? You will never have a happy ending. The only way it will end at all is if you die. And you will one day. When they catch you, they will kill you. Only after they torture out of you all the information they need. Then after you beg them for death, they will give you your final wish. It’s going to happen. Eventually. If you even succeed. If not, it could be worse.”
I spat into the sink I was leaning over and touched the girls face. I was not surprised when I felt the smooth glass of the mirror. After all, I was the only person in this room. This public washroom.