What Happened to Judith Jane? (II)
2. Where is Judith? A crippling hangover greeted Esme the following morning when she awakened on the living room floor, head still spinning, beside dried vomit and an empty vodka bottle. “Oh God… I feel like I’m dying…” She moaned while clutching her head that felt twice as heavy than normal. When the blurry haze of her vision cleared, Esme was mortified by her lack of restraint from the previous night. She had gone off the deep end with no way back to the surface. “Dammit…” Begrudgingly, Esme pulled herself up off the ground and staggered into the bathroom where she took a long, painful look in the mirror. Her appearance was appalling. She was ashamed of how ragged she looked. The reflection looking back at her in the mirror wasn’t Esme. The woman staring at her— no judging her was a stranger. “Stop it…” Esme strained, her voice raspy and parched. “Just stop it! Stop looking at me with critical eyes.” She raised her voice a little, but it ended up hurting because of ...