I gasp for air as I realize that there is someone else in the room: you. You broke me, defeated me, and hurt me. Every day, I struggle to survive while you watch from afar with laughter. I stare into your eyes in hopes of seeing mercy, but I see none; only hatred shines from your dark orbs. A smirk forms across your face as you realize the turmoil that is growing inside of me. I attempt to resist all of my urges to end you. I silently struggle, but cannot give in. I must not allow you to have another victory. I can feel the invisible noose that you have placed around my neck tighten as you feed me your lies.

"Remember, this is all your fault," you say.

My fear rises as I try to mutter anything audible. I can see the satisfaction racing through your blood when you spot me quivering. The joy spreads across your face when I succumb to your control. Your laughter roars in my ears as you carry on with your taunting.

"You know, you'd be much better off dead. Look around you and what do you see? I see nothing, only the remnants of a once-living human being. No one is here, nobody wants you; in fact, I think it is safe to say no one knows of your existence. Now is the best time to end it all.”

Your loathing eyes feel like spears against my heart. I shouldn't be surprised that I have seen you tonight; I always knew that you never left this room, but tonight I must have forgotten that. I have dedicated my life to avoiding you. I rearranged my house in order to guarantee that I would never see you. Whenever I go out in public, I bury my face and keep my eyes down in order to avoid an encounter with you. I trained myself to never glance at you if I am ever in a situation that makes it impossible for me to escape you. But my efforts seemed to have failed. After months of separation we find ourselves at opposite ends of a room, and your voice projects throughout my mind.

"Worthless."

"Useless."

"Unwanted."

Your words ring until I collapse on the ground in an unstable manner. "Stop it," I plead, "stop it.” But you don't stop.

"You know you do not deserve any better, you know you don't belong here." I run my hands through my hair and my fingers get tangled within it. I shake my head back and forth as I roll on the ground and want you away from me.

"Worthless."

"Useless."

"Nobody."

I rise from the ground shaken and weakened, but the determination to win this fight gives me the strength to carry on. "I hate you," I whisper. I can feel the gratification radiating off of you, because you think you are succeeding, but I cannot let that happen. Your dispassionate face glares into my soul and the urges to end you reach a climax. I proceed to make my way closer to you until we are mere inches apart. I tremble at the sight of you, but pull myself together. Slowly my quivering fingers calm down and clench in a fist.

"Worthless."

"Useless."

"Pathetic."

I gaze into your eyes one final time. Goodbye, my enemy.

"Worthless."

I raise my arm, I must end this now.

"Useless."

Swinging my fist I strike at your face.


The mirror shatters.

I shall see you no more.