The only thing he can hear is the sound of his breathing. And the only thing he can feel is the sting in his knuckles, the one that came from punching the lockers over and over again.
He doesn't know why he did it. Or even what set him off. All he knows is that he looked into the popsicle stick frame mirror and something inside him broke.
So now he sits alone in the crib, blood slowly dripping down the backs of his hands. The mirror remains where it was, on the inside of his locker door. He wonders if it was trying to show him something when he looked into it.
Mirrors, he muses, do a pretty good job of showing what you are and what you are not. And what you see in your reflection is usually what you are.
The only problem with that is that this time, he saw someone else staring back at him….someone other than who he thought he was.
A/N: Drabbles are fun. And easy. And SVU's not mine.