I' am Daniels' Reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and
walks into the bathroom... and he makes faces at the mirror. I am so
tired of the faces.
He makes them for at least half an hour.
Mocking ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every
action, although inside I am seething with anger.
He does this
everyday... well, used to.
This
morning, he woke up as usual and entered the bathroom. This particular
morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. This
Saturday morning he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist... and
plunged them directly into his right eye.
Daniel Screamed, and Screamed. I Screamed and Scream too; with one difference. I can't mimic his pain...
Just his face...
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