It had been four days, three cartons of ice cream, two bottles of wine, one box of tissues, and zero showers since Devi returned home after her break up with Damian. She had planned to spend that night at his apartment, sleeping in his arms for the first time, but instead the night took a turn for the worse and he dumped her on her a**. The selfish p***k. Instead, days later, she sat in front of the TV with her fourth carton of ice cream after listening to countless break up songs, a routine she had gotten used to in those past days, watching a series of movies that she found to be feel-good for the mood she was in.

There were plenty on the list, and a rather odd collection: Thelma & Louise, I Spit on Your Grave, Death Wish, Friday the 13th, The Notebook, Kill Bill, Sex and the City: The Movie, Kill Bill Volume 2, V for Vendetta, Sex and the City 2, Valentine, Inglorious Basterds, Carrie, Cruel Intentions, and Titanic. She laughed when Jack died in Titanic. b***h should have let go sooner.

But none of the movies made her feel quite as good as Teeth. She was amazed that this wasn’t considered a feel-good movie by Netflix. The film was delightful and cheerful: It was about a young girl with v****a dentata. That is, she had teeth in her v****a, and would bite off the penises of the boys she slept with. Lucky girl. She was jealous of the girl’s talents. She wished she could have done the same to Damian, it would be just the “******** you” she was looking for.

“The ******** ********,” she grumbled about Damian as she crammed a large scoop of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey into her mouth. She still couldn’t quite believe it all. It had sunk in, for sure, that they were no longer together. But she couldn’t believe how it went down: she lost her virginity to him, and then he crushed her heart. She felt violated; she felt used.

She should have seen it coming when moments before doing the deed, she told him she loved him but he failed to share the same sentiment back. But Damian had never been that great with self-expression, and although it caused her to worry about whether or not what she was doing was right, she never thought he would break her heart like that. Especially so soon after she slept with him, and so harshly.

He had tossed it in her face as if it were all her fault. That she came onto him – as if he didn’t want to sleep with her. Please, they had been dating for months and it wasn’t as though he wasn’t looking to get laid out of the relationship. She was the chaste one, waiting for someone she loved. She had thought him to be the one. Clearly, he wasn’t. As such, she had regretted sleeping with him as it was once they had broken up, and for him to toss that back in her face as if it were all her doing stung like nothing she could describe.

“I hope he ******** chokes on his drunken puke,” she muttered some more until silenced by yet another large scoop of Chunky Monkey.

The sex wasn’t even that great, not that she had anything to compare it to other than her imagination. She was nervous throughout most of it, worried about what she looked like and whether or not Damian loved her or was just using her. It was made clear soon enough how he felt. Sure, the fight stemmed from the branding that marked her as a member of the Blood Moon Court, but that wouldn’t have been enough to break their relationship if he really loved her. If he loved her in the same way the way she had loved him.

That love was gone now. The passion had shattered, reformed, and manifested itself into a deep-rooted hatred. She truly wished the worst upon him, and knew that she was better off without him. She just needed to get to the point where she could move on and be without him. But without him, she was without anyone. In the past few months, her support system had been systematically removed from her life, one by one. Devi’s parents were lost when they left the city following Tanzanite’s attack on them. Her new support system then became the Blood Moon Court, namely Ares and Nemesis, but there has been a long radio silence. Even though she lived with Fallon, Devi felt distant. For a while, all she felt she had left was Damian. But he was gone now too.

Screw him. He knew what was going on in her life, and he couldn’t be there for her. No, she couldn’t let herself get down about this. If he couldn’t be there for her, that made him the awful person. That made him nothing but a vile scumbag that is better staying out of her life than staying in it. She was better than him, and she certainly didn’t need him to be a strong ********,” she groaned. She was out of Chunky Monkey. She tossed the fourth empty carton of ice cream into the trash and stumbled over to the freezer at the other side of the suite. It looked like she was all out of ice cream, and she was far too much of a dirty, gross mess to venture off into Fallon’s kitchen. Instead, she grabbed the bottle of wine by her nightstand, took a long swig and staggered over to the bathroom and began to run the shower water. She took another swig of the wine and placed it beside the sink as she started getting undressed, watching herself in the mirror.

She took over the hoodie sweatshirt she had been wearing for days, exposing her short hair to be more unkempt than ever. She slipped out of her sloth-inducing sweatpants and pulled off the food-stained grey tank top. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, her breasts and Blood Moon Court branding mark exposed. She leaned into the mirror, as if that would help her take a closer look. It wasn’t that bad looking. Certainly it was enough to piss off Damian. Of course, it wasn’t the aesthetics that upset him, it was what it symbolized.

The b***h. She took another swig of wine, and then imitated Damian with a falsetto, obnoxious, and mocking voice. “Oh, Devi, you’re a psycho terrorist! You’re so scary!” Her words slurred. “You’re crazy, Devi! Crazy! I want to go be butt buddies with the Pleiades! It’s not gay that I share my bed with my roommate! Not at all! He likes it when I sweat all over him during sex!”

Devi then heaved forward and projectile vomited all over the reflection of her face in the mirror. It seemed that all that ice cream and wine had to go somewhere! “I don’t feel so good,” she groaned. She thought about wiping up her mess, but she could get to it later. It was a good thing she didn’t use Fallon’s bathroom.

She got fully undressed as she stumbled into the hot shower. It had been a few days since she last showered, and the hot water pouring on her back felt excellent in her condition. She grabbed her bottle of Herbal Essence and popped open the cap. She was about to wash her hair, but another urge came over her.

Using the shampoo bottle as a prop microphone, she began to belt out in song, with an awful sense of pitch, rhythm and tune. A pretty terrible memory of the lyrics, as well.

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified,” she started soft. “Kept thinking I could never live with out you by my side. But then I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong! And I learned how to get a wrong, and now you’re back! From outer space! I just walked in to find you here with……..upon your face….” Her memory of the lyrics was fading rapidly. “OH NO NOT I! I will survive! For as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive---“

Uh, oh. More vomit. She quickly fell to her knees and was able to direct her regurgitation down the shower drain.

She sat on the floor of the shower, the water now pounding down against her face, with an open bottle of shampoo in her hand that leaked out towards the drain, swirling with the water and the vomit. It was not a pretty picture. She looked like an absolute mess, and for what? For Damian? Screw him. That was her attitude. Let her issues with him wash away, let those feelings too wash down the drain. It was time for her to start anew, start fresh.

Damian was gone from her life. And Devi was better because of it.