who are you.?
hey… who are you??
oh!
dont recognize you anymore..
youve changed…
so i see youve been doing good eh..??
no.?? it doesnt show.. why are you depressed??
i see.. think you can handle it all??
i think so too… what you planning to do bout it..??
nothing?! that’s a passive outlook if i may say..
what’s that..? what you doin with a knife??
wait, no!!!
it hurts.. my face.. its bleeding..
i cant stop my hand from hurting my face..
i want it to stop but i cant..
how..??
white tiles turn to crimson as blood drips from my face..
spinning room.. turning black.. am i getting dizzy??
loud clang as steel hits the tiles..
blood everywhere.. i hate blood..
scrambling away, i turned to look at the face in the mirror..
who are you???
