I had a sudden inspiration from some… interesting names for nail polish. It’s a short one, but I hope everyone will enjoy!
There’s a girl who can solve your problems.
Whatever you do, don’t ask for her help.
I call her Nails
You’ll find her in the quad. She’s always there, if you look hard enough. If you can’t find her, you aren’t ready.
When you find her, you’ll know her by the darkness of her hair, the hunger in her eyes, and the painting. Always, she’s painting her nails. If you sit across from her, she won’t say a word, but those hungry eyes will find you. She’ll smile an ever-so-slightly too-wide smile before looking back at her nails.
“What color do you want?” she’ll ask.
If you’re smart, you won’t say a thing. You’ll realize what a terrible idea this was and walk away.
You tell her your story. Whether it be the test that you can’t afford to fail, or the nights of sleep you just can’t lose anymore. I told her about the girl who broke my heart and hasn’t slept any worse for it. I told her about how every day I wanted to wring her neck and tear her heart out and show it to her. And she smiled.
She’ll close the cap, nails perfectly coated, and she’ll slide the bottle over to you. It’s different for everyone. My color was…
“Revenge. It will give you what you seek.”
This is your last chance. If you don’t take the bottle, you’ll be happier. You’ll be better for it.
“What do I have to do?” I asked.
“When you want your desired effect, open the bottle and paint each of your nails with a single stroke.”
She won’t tell you the price. If it’s just a test, you’ll have it easy. John went to her for a test. He only speaks in chemistry formulas now. It’s all he remembers. Mabel ask for sleep. She got transferred to the hospital. She still hasn’t woken up from her coma.
I don’t know if I have it worse… but the dreams are so vivid. My hands around her neck. Her heart in my hand, Nails’ smile on my face. I have them every single night, sometimes even when I lie awake.
I can’t remember if it’s a dream or a memory anymore.