I hate mirrors...
They are fucking everywhere! Amber keeps them around the manor to check up on how "beautiful" she is (I mean beautiful in the loosest terms here, because she is an ugly slut). Pavi doesn't seem to mind them either... he's always touching his face and other parts in front of them (perverted cockbite).
To me, they only show me... myself. The rage; the thirst for attention; the pain of all these years of being second rate. To the world, Amber Sweet and Pavi Largo are famous in their own sick rights... but no matter how many whores I kill; no matter how my face is shown in the papers... the only thing that really sees me as I am are those damn mirrors.
I hate mirrors... and they hate me just as much.
Author's Note: I don't really like this one... it doesn't seem right to me. I may post another one soon, but I hope you all like this! Also, digital cookies for a hidden Red vs Blue Reference (I am loving that show right now).
Sorry about the language, I will change the rating soon!
Review before Luigi kills you :)