The blood slowly trickled down my arm and onto the cold, hard, tile floor. I let out a soft whimper and blinked back tears. I tried to stop myself from sobbing, but this effort soon became futile. I looked up, into the full length mirror right in front of me, and sneered at the person staring back at me.

“I hate you.” I screamed violently at this…this evil, wretched, foul human being.
“Why hun? You don’t even know who I…who we are.” she sneered at me.
“You may have my face, and my body, but you will never control me and you will never be me.” I tried to say firmly, however it came out with just about all of the courage of a small scared child.
“Am I scaring you small child? No matter, I could end all your pain and suffering right now if you so choose.” She revealed the bloody knife that she had concealed behind her…behind my back.
I began to shake violently and cry as i watched my right arm drag the knife to my throat and saw my lips curl into an evil smile.