When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself. Not physically, although I do see myself mentally. I know I’m not nice and I know I’m not perfect but why do I see something so awful when I peer into the mirror? Does everyone else see it too?

I wish I could change myself. How does one change themself? For the better, of course. How do I be nice? How do I learn to care for others? Someone come teach me how. I can’t stand my reflection any longer.

•••

He was so kind. I bumped into him on the train and he smiled at me. Did he see who I was deep down? Did he know I needed help? I wanted to ask him to help me. But I couldn’t stop as I shouted, “Watch where you’re going!” And he only smiled back. Did the gods know I needed someone to save me?

He reached out his hand and said, “I’m John.”

“Sarah…” I muttered, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Let me help you, Sarah. I can see it in your eyes. You need help. I can help you.” He said.

“Please.” I replied, and he took my hand and led me away.