I watch myself, silently waiting. For my reflection to talk back to me, and say, "Why, how lovely you look today" or "you're stupid, and you're ugly". My reflection—with what I see—portrays your two sides, the good one and the bad one. When I look at my reflection now, it doesn't speak. All I see is a cold, blank stare. What has happened? I look so pale! My eyes don't shine like they used to… I'm wearing a lace nightgown, but even though it was washed just that day, it smells and is still stained. My sides don't argue back. I don't understand why, I feel fine! Just a bit cold and a bit tired. My parents are asleep; I saw them in bed when I passed. My sister is lying on her own bed, under mine, because we both share a bunk bed. Everyone looks cold tonight, but I guess that's just me…
(The girl speaking was considered a psycho, and killed her family, eventually killing herself.)