Azula stared at the grimy mirror. "Go away!" She was hallucinating again, though of course, she didn't know it. Seeing her mother always enraged her as she thought of Azula as a monster- even though she was one. Nobody understood the pain of not being loved by their mother, nobody but Azula.
The was once fearless fire princess combed through her hair. "It's good to know that you're looking after yourself, Azula." Her mother, Ursa stated.
Giving Ursa a false laugh, Azula ran through her scheme, again, calculating the outcome. With a deranged look in her eye, she turned to her mother and said: " Mother, there is something I want to say to you." If looks could kill, this one would. The ever-so-sweet smile was too fake to be true.
She hollered, "Mother, you wrecked my life! Because of you, I'm in an asylum! You killed my dignity, honour, and position as Fire Lord! And for that, I'm going to kill you!"
She grabbed a rusty machete that she had been hiding for weeks and aimed at her mother, who was in the mirror. And yet again stabbed it, leaving the glass to shatter to pieces, once again showing her unsettled behaviour. She would never get another mirror. And she would never get out of the asylum.