I wanted to be a model. Work for one of the top companies
like Elite Model Management or FORD models. I had talent too. My photos were
some of the best the photographers have ever taken. Having diversity was key,
and I had it. It was my dream to rise to the top. To have multiple clients
waiting to take photos of me. To fight, over me. But this dream was deferred.
I met a guy who had everything I was looking for. We fell in
love a few years later and got married. Then I got pregnant with Emily, and it
changed my whole world as I knew it. No one wanted to photograph someone for
the cover of Vogue who was fat. No one would buy such a magazine, so I was put
out of work. Out of my dream.
There was no possible way I could get back to where I was.
They would have forgotten my name, my unique qualities, so I would have to
prove myself worthy once again. How long would that take? Another eight years
of my life? I would no longer be a young and fresh face but rather an
attractive mid-aged woman. They would pick a younger woman over me in a
heart-beat.
So here I sit, stirring my wine around the brims of my
glass, listening to my baby cry. She has been screaming for hours now but I just
sit by the door as calmly as before. She ruined my life. Why should I help her
when she’s done nothing but destroy the one thing i enjoy? Maybe it's just the wine talking
but I truly believe these things.
I run my fingers over the cold surface of the metal object
on my lap and give a disturbing giggle.
I open my mouth slowly, “So this is how it’s going to end.”
With a breeze of courage and foul thoughts I bring the
opening of the pistol to my head. Then I give one last pose before pulling the
trigger.