Nothing but a cold empty mirror. 

Thoughts swirl around my head as black water droplets trickle on the side of the frame. 

“What am I?” “Who am I?” 

The black water pours out more and more covering the white floors in black. 

“Am I doing anything with my life?” 

An echo rings in my ear like a siren. 

Maybe I am...Nothing. 

A hand pulls me towards the mirror. In despair I get pulled into nothingness.

It is dark.

I’m not alone; I see something.

“Is It me?” “Another glass sibling?” 

No,  it’s a sad image of me shriveled into a ball. 

sitting alone. 

He’s surrounded by glass. 

He mumbles “Why, why does it hurt?” 

“I tried everything and yet I still can’t find a purpose. Why is that?” The glass around him starts to shake and a puddle of red blood begins to move around him like a ocean current. 

“Why! When I want to feel worthy of somebody's time, I screw everything up!” 

His voice is much louder more angrier. 

“Why am I so stupid!” “Why can’t I play sports! or make people laugh!” 

“Why can’t I hold a relationship!” 

“Why can’t I do anything with my life!” 

“It’s because you are nothing” he says to me. 

The glass that surround him starts to bounce and dance. 

“end your pain now” he taunts.

I shake my head in disapproval. 

I am terrified.