Frank always felt like nothing he ever did was right.
Everything was turning to shit, his whole life.
His car kept breaking down,
no matter how many times he tried to get it fixed.
And then yesterday, he got fired.
It wasn't his fault of course.
If people would just get off his back once in a while.
His daughter was sleeping with this college kid,
Sam, he thought his name was.
Hell, Sam, the walking hardware store.
What did his daughter ever see in this punk?
On top of all of that,
He knew, just knew, his wife was cheating on him.
It was one of those things he knew,
but he had absolutely no hard proof of it.
And to top it all off,
she decided to pick this morning to bitch at him.
We woke up this morning with a headache
the size of a small state, and she wouldn't shut up
about him forgetting to take the damn garbage out.
So, Frank did what he always did;
He hung his head and just stared into his coffee cup.
And as usual, The Reflection stared back at him.
He thought to himself briefly if he was going crazy.
That brought out a sarcastic little chuckle.
And then of course, his wife thought he was laughing at her.
"Why don't you just kill the bitch?
You know you want to.
At least that way, she'll shut the fuck up!"
Frank shook his head to clear the voice out.
It was no good, it would be back.
"Why can't you just shut the hell up." He mumbled.
"What was that?!?!?!" His wife screamed at him.
Shaking his head, he just walked out the door, and down the street.
He had better things to do, he had to find another job.
Frank thought himself to be a good worker,
it shouldn't be too hard to get another job.
After all, he had friends all over town.
His first stop was down at the gas station Joey owned.
Crazy Joey, his best friend from college.
"I'm sorry Frank, I just hired someone yesterday."
"That's alright, Joey. If you hear anything let me know?"
Stumbling into the public rest room there at the gas station
Frank ran the cold water and splashed it on his face.
Then he looked up into the mirror, face covered in water.
His reflection was covered in blood instead of water.
A large meat cleaver in his hand instead of a bar of soap.
"Kill 'im! Kill 'im! He KNEW you needed a job,
and he gave it to someone else. That's not a friend."
Shaking his head, which was now pounding.
Thoughts of taking that meat cleaver in his hand and just...
wait a minute, he didnt have the cleaver, did he?
He stared dumbly into his hand,
knuckles clenched and white around the haft of the weapon.
Opening his hand, he listened to it clatter upon the tiles.
"Couldn't get a job? Lazy bastard!"
Wouldn't she ever just shut up?
He climbed the stairs to the bathroom,
then closed and locked the door for some peace and quiet.
Standing there in front of the mirror, splashing water on his face.
He pushed open the cabinet behind the mirror,
taking down a vial of his prescriptions.
Arching his back in pain from a prior work injury
he popped three or four of them in his mouth, and bit down.
Hearing the crunch in between his teeth
thinking that for some reason they sounded like bones breaking.
Closing his eyes to a welcome sight of a baseball bat
crushing her skull in while she slept, he grinned.
"Do it."
The voices, they nevre left him alone.
He knew, in that instant, he needed help.
"Bullshit, your not crazy, and we both fucking know it!
YOUR not crazy. It's your wife.
She's insane, man.
Are you gonna take that shit from her all your life, you pussy?"
Slamming the cabinet shut,
hearing the tinkle of broken glass fall into the sink.
Blood running from his knuckles.
Wiping his hand across the un-shatered half of the mirror
to try and block out his reflection.
Not his reflection, the one who spoke to him.
The one who always told him to do evil things.
A pounding on the door.
"Frank? What, breaking shit up now?"
Oh, for fuck sake, leave me alone
he wanted to scream to her.
Drive her away, or leave, or... something.
"Kill her..."
No, I can't kill her, I love her.
"You don't love her, you hate her."
I do NOT hate her, she's my wife.
"She hasn't been your wife in years, dummy.
She hasn't been a wife to you since you caught her with Kyle, from work."
She doesn't love you, you don't love her, never have.
You only married her because you knocked her up.
Now even your own DAUGHTER hates you."
Thats not true! We're happy, we love each other.
Maniacal laughter in the back of his mind.
"KILL HER!!
"Kill her, or I will! And your daughter, and Joey, and Kyle,
Everyone!"
He watched as his body moved, against his will.
A scream in the back of his head, he watched
and could not stop any of it.
The door swung open.
The shard of the mirror clenched in his hand.
The spray of gore as he drove the shard into her forhead.
A sharp burn as it sliced his own hand wide.
Then the shard turned.
Slicing into his own wrists, lengthwise.
Blood slowly bubbling out from under six inch gashes on both forearms.
The only thing left, was a mans reflection in the mirror,
as light and life faded from Franks eyes.
The reflection was laughing.
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