Over time that mindset shifts, she still does not fully love her appearance but comes to realize being raped was not her fault. For instance, after school when Melinda is in the bathroom hiding from “The Marthas”, she says, “I hide in the bathroom until I know Heather’s bus has left. The salt in my tears feels good when it stings my lips. I wash my face in the sink until there is nothing left of it, no eyes, no nose, no mouth. A slick nothing” (45).
He’ll wake the whole hotel.” After trying to divert her attention Willy tells the woman to hide in the bathroom while he answers the door. Willy opens the door and sees Biff standing there. He asks his son why he came to Boston and his son replies that he flunked math and doesn’t have enough credits to graduate. They talk a little more then a laugh is heard from the bathroom. The woman comes out of the bathroom and Willy tries his best to get rid of her.
It was quickly becoming a mantra, a reminder that as bad as her present situation was it beat whatever waited for her if anyone found her. What had occurred wasn’t only her fault but few, if any, would believe her and she wasn’t going to risk her life to see if anyone had the guts to stand up and tell the truth. A sound coming from the front door snapped Jessi from her thoughts. It was the lock; someone was trying to get inside. Instantly she turned off the bathroom light, grateful she had done the same with the lamp, and quietly walked back into the room, using the dim red light from the clock on the nightstand to guide her.
I shielded my self from it and closed my eyes just as it opened its mouth and dove at me. Every thing was black until I opened eyes looking around my room and wiping the sweat and slobber from my scaly forehead. I began stomping my way down the stairs into the kitchen. “Good morning, my little monster. How did you sleep?” Mom said “Horrible, I had I nightmare that I was a human being chased by a bigger monster.” I replied “ Well, at least it was all a dream.
THE CATAMORPHOSIS My Morning started like any other; My alarm went off, I got out of bed, and headed straight to the bathroom. Half-awake and still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I must have gotten lost because I stepped right into the cats litter box. YUCK! Something felt like it was caught in the back of my throat. “HACK, HACK”, I tried to clear it out, but I needed something to drink.
Inadequacy fills the teenage mother, and blinds her to the child's needs. "Rot in Hell, kid." she mutters, crawling back into a bed where a father should be but wasn't. The child's unrelenting tears force her from her nighttime reverie, abd drag her back to the nursery. "Shut up, kid!"
She awoke to the sounds of the street; crying infants and distant gunshots assaulted her senses as she blinked sleep out of her eyes. Harsh unnatural light shone through the bedroom door, disturbing the sleep of her little brother on the opposite bed. “Why are all the lights on?” She asked herself as she yanked the covers off. Her body shivered from the cold as her feet slapped against the stone floor. She stumbled over to the long cupboard mirror, scrunching her nose in distaste as she grabbed an old wooden brush.
We can see Nurse Ratched struggles when it says “At home she locks herself in the bathroom out of sight, strips down, and run that crucifix all over that stain running from the corner of her mouth in a thin line down across her shoulders and breasts.” Signaling that Nurse Ratched needs to purify her body from all the bad deeds that have occurred to her that. Additionally, the crucifix could also epitomize regaining power after a stressful day since Jesus Christ is pegged to the cross and has profusion of
No, his Lordship didn't, that new nanny, Miss Spingle, came down. Said it was to do with the child, Miss Alice, the cook said, giving the maid, a hard look. You best get up and see his Lordship, I need you back here; there's lots to be done. Mary felt a cold finger run up and down her narrow spine. It wasn't her fault the child had crept into her bed the other night, it wasn't her fault that the child had asked her to be her adopted mother.
There my digital alarm clock had been under my L shaped table along with some MONSTER energy cans. I picked up the small clock and looked at its time. I cursed under my breath and rubbed my eyes to see if the time was really right 6:45 p.m "Fuck!" I cursed once more before turning off the alarm and quickly running across my room to the bathroom. I need to be presentable at 7'o clock for what most sociable people called " House warming" I hated going outside and interacting to people i hardly knew, it made me....uncomferable to say at the least.