Looking into their eyes, I try to grasp my sense of reality. It is not my reflection, but that of my past accomplice. Striking the mirror, shards of glass explode around, and I look into one of the pieces. The other eyes are gone, replaced with my own— pathetic and full of agony. Letting my senses snap back, I look around the room. The old, public restroom of the school I used to go to. Blood drip...
