I open my eyes. A light turns on above. I'm in a room with no doors or windows. The walls are patched in black and blue, and there is a shattered mirror in one of the corners.

Blink.

I'm attacking the walls screaming.

Blink.

I'm standing calmly in the middle of the room. I turn my head and wonder what it was I was trying to escape.

Blink.

The broken glass in the corner has something to do with getting out.

Blink.

Rage fuels my soul, but it is red that drips from my body.

Blink.

A smiling face.

Blink.

Many smiling faces.

Blink.

Bodies leaching to one another.

Blink.

Her smiling face.

Blink.

I'm laying on my back in the black and blue room again, staring into the light above. I feel stinging as my red sweat drips from my pores.

Blink.

She's there again.

Blink.

I'm back in the room on my back again. Out of the corner of my right eye, a tear spills down my skin towards my ear.

Blink.

Who am I? Am I crazy, or just too sane?

Blink.

I'm standing up.

Blink.

An old white door stands before me with the paint chipping off of it.

Blink.

The door closes behind me.

Blink.

I'm at my grandmother's house, sitting on the couch. My grandmother sits in the chair just across from me. To my left, is a T.V. playing some chick flick. "What's on the tube?" I ask. She starts to reply, "Well, it's about this..." My attention is quickly stolen away by an advertisement for an old television series.

Blink.

All I see is black, and all I hear is my heart pounding.

Blink.

The most beautiful face is in front of mine. I'm in the bedroom of the house I used to live in. I hear the television series playing from the T.V. at the end of the bed. As soon as her lips start to move, I hear only silence. I see her make out three words then smile at me.

Blink.

I'm back in the black and blue room. I'm screaming and slamming into the walls.

Blink.

I'm at the grocery store. The cashier smiles and hands me my change. As she leans forward, I give a quick glance to her nametag then look towards the grocery store exit. Something comes over me, and I look back at her nametag.

Blink.

I'm in a car and my facial hair is gone. My dad is driving, and I can see the cotton fields passing in the window behind him. "What is her name?" he asks me. I'm trying not to grin too much as I begin to say something back.

Blink.

Sitting in the center of the blue and black room with my legs crossed. My arms are crossed too, and my facial hair is back. My chin is glued to my chest, and I tighten my grip and feel my nails dig into my arms. I can't move. I'm shivering. I exhale smoke.

Blink.

I'm back in my old bedroom again. I'm excited and I'm opening up a bag that has newly developed pictures in it.

Blink.

One of the photos is framed and propped up on the desk in my room.

Blink.

My face is covered in tears as I open up the desk drawer. Inside are two pairs of eyes that have something magical in them. I look away, close the drawer, and then put my hands above my head, trying not to cry anymore.

Blink.

Black and blue room. I'm looking in the mirror hanging up on one of the walls. I see myself staring back.

Blink.

The reflection shows her standing next to me, her right arm around my waist, her left hand cuffing my arm, and her head is lying against my shoulder.

Blink.

I'm alone again.

Blink.

She's there again, looking right into my eyes. I grab the sides of the mirror.

Blink.

She's gone.

Blink.

She's back.

Blink.

She's gone.

Blink.

She's still gone.

Blink.

Still, she is gone. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Blink.

She's back in the reflection with me. Her warm smile is ripping my insides apart.

Blink.

She's still there.

Blink.

She won't leave this time.

Blink.

I can't take it anymore. I'm screaming again, my hands are on my head.

Blink.

I'm curled up in one of the corners, my arms around my knees. In the opposite corner, lays a shattered mirror.

Blink.