A Crack in the Mirror

There was a person staring at me from across the room. Her face was distorted and her wavy hair a mess. Her eyes looked sorrowful and blood shot yet the corners of her mouth turned up into a devilish grin. I could tell she had quite a twisted nature and was trying to tell me something. A secret perhaps or maybe just an important statement. I couldn't understand what she was trying to tell me. She began to itch her pale skin as she did so pinkish welts rose. Frustrated tears welled up in her eyes and ran smoothy down her burning cheeks. She began to move toward me slowly and steadily. Once I saw her more closely I noticed her significantly swollen knuckles and jaw. As she drew nearer to me her calamitous smile faded and detestation filled her eyes. She slowly leaned in and whispered her message in my ear. "I despise ... you."

And than I realized this strange person was me.