Jennifer stared at the phone, it was Gregory asking if he could come back again tonight. Jennifer sighed as she replied back. "Not. a. good. night." Jennifer rolled her eyes "No kidding." she muttered as she reread the sentence before sending it. It was too much to take in and Jennifer tried her best to sleep it off, the feint sounds and glow of a TV stretching into her door from the living room.
The next morning Jennifer woke up with a groan, pulling off the covers it wasn't much of a surprise to find out why. She had lost yet another year. Jennifer moaned, she wasn't even a teenager anymore, this sucked so much. She had lost a decent chunk of height as well, now entering her years where she did most of her growing. Jennifer rubbed her eye as she opened her bedroom door, still drowsy.
Sylvia was sitting on the cough watching the morning news. "Good morning Jenny!" she said as she turned back. Jennifer looked concerned, her mother looked almost the same, but was acting completely different. Sylvia stood up, the slight ruffle of clothing to reveal that she had slightly less amounts of scarring from the last night. Jennifer turned back to gaze at the kitchen, just over the garbage can, a card poking out from the refuse. "-irthday.....25!"
Before Jennifer could think on it Sylvia grabbed her and gave her a big hug. "Aw, did you sleep well?" Jennifer nodded. Why was she acting so....peppy? Maybe yesterday was just a bad dream after all? But if so why did she look so youn-
Sylvia nearly skipped to the kitchen as she started to ready a lunch. Jennifer moved slowly to the table, her stomach was growing ever the obstacle. Sylvia hummed sweetly as she continued to cook. Finally producing an actually well prepared meal, eggs, sausage, even a baked muffin.
The rest of the day proved to be fairly good, great even, Sylvia jumping over bounds during their homeschooling lesson, Sylvia jumping up and playing reenactment for their history lesson, causing Jennifer to laugh.
Sylvia's improved mood continued into the afternoon, with a well cooked dinner and even a movie for the two to watch. Jennifer in part was glad the obscene smell of alcohol was missing this night. At the end of it all she even got a quick bedtime story and was tucked into bed.
An hour later into the night Jennifer heard a clatter. Sitting up she looked around. The clock read 10:30, it wasn't tomorrow yet. She sat up, hearing someone crying. Was it her mom? Jennifer tiptoed to her door, opening it she saw the feint light shining from the bathroom. Moving closer the cries only became clearer. Jennifer cracked the door. "Mommy?" Jennifer peaked inside and froze.
Sylvia stared back equally frozen, a thin razor held in her hand as she sat naked in the bathtub. Before Sylvia could move Jennifer screamed as she slammed the door, waddling back to her bedroom and buring herself in the covers, the slash of crimson staining her brain. Jennifer cried out in her mind. "No. No. No. No." It was burned into her eyes, everytime she closed them she saw her mother again. Jennifer began to actually cry. Her mother didn't come to comfort her, no matter how much she wished she did, to tell her it was just a misunderstanding, that she didn't really see what she thought. Jennifer ended the night crying herself to sleep as the curse triggered yet again.