Silence is comforting until you realize it means basking in the company in which you are disturbed. It is easier to picture yourself as a hero when those around you murmur in your ear that you are so. It is easy to believe you are important, unflawed when those around you refuse to allow for self-reflection. If you are unable to reflect on your flaws you will never evolve. Flaws? What flaws? Everyone wants to believe they are a perfect individual, one who is incapable of harming themselves or others whether willingly or not. It is blissful to live to unaccompanied by sadness, only achievable if you refuse to stare back at the creature you've created in the mirror. It begs for you. It wails for you to pay to attention it for even a second. It looks somewhat familiar, almost like a mangled version of the self that others perceive. It is ugly, utterly horrifying to look at. The longer you stare at it the more it pounds on the mirror and fractures the image. It does not go away when you shut your eyes; the picture will disappear, but the inhuman noise it produces will become unbearable. Perhaps your ears will bleed liquid invisible in the darkness you have created for yourself. It might reach through on of the cracks and grasp your neck with an inhuman, clawed hand. When its fingers tighten and its nails dig into your untouched skin it will leave you pleading for air. You will feel panic unfamiliar; you have never had to wonder what death might feel like. It will engulf you as it crawls further out of the mirror. Its body is inhuman and heavy, impossible to be lifted or thrown. It will shatter your bones to dust and liquidate your organs until you have nearly evaporated into impercieivable matter. Are you scared? When you have reached your tolerance for agony, before it can even think about scratching a nail through the surface of the mirror, you will flee. The bustling street and the chatter of strangers will leave you wondering if what you observed was real at all. People will not care enough to comfort you. No one will protect you from the nauseating version of yourself that will bring tears to your eyes. Yet it does not matter for the monster will not make itself known in the presence of your acquaintances, and the piercing music blasting in your eardrums will not distract you from what you will experience when you close your eyes and the song has quieted.