I stared at the monster. Ruby eyes and a shadowy face looked back at me. He bared his bloody teeth in a soundless growl. Then he grunted, as if hurt from carrying the burden of his sins.
“You are a monster,” I said, sobbing. “You killed her.”
“We all have monsters inside us,” he said, chuckling. “Some of us just let them win.”
I groaned. He was right, and there was a part of me that couldn’t help but feel happy she was gone. Nagging, complaining…dead. I giggled and glanced back at the traumatizing figure.
Dear God, I hate mirrors.