I know I'm stuck here, looking towards the tinted cracks of the mirror. How I got here is a mystery to me, and being on The Outside doesn't sound to unpleasant.  I know my name, James Naidu; I was a doctor before I was stuck in the never ending decent of darkness that I live in now, a doctor of what Im not sure. I am forty-five. Did I always look so sullen? So disappointed in myself? So tired? So old? I cannot remember. Frankly I do not care. I have grown apathetic towards actions that put me in danger or thoughts that feed this wave of not-so-happy-thoughts. I know my sons name, Jeremy Naidu; He was sixteen when I became stuck in this place. My wife died when Jeremy was young, and I was sent into a state of pre-depression. I think. 

I am Doctor James Naidu, and I am forty-five. I got stuck in a broken mirror on a date that was unfortunate. I used to have a son named Jeremy Naidu, and he was sixteen when the clock chimed bad luck. I know that the way out is guarded by demons and monsters unimaginable to the human mind. I know that I am what they call a 'nutcase', 'a psycho path', 'loose screw' but what I've seen is real. I know it. It has to be, or I wouldn't be trapped in this hell. I've looked far and wide for a logical answer, I've searched this grey space for so long only God would know- If God's still there that is. I know I've given up on feeling hungry, thirsty, lonely, sleep deprived. I can't tell if this is insanity, or how I was before. I know that my knowledge is limited, I know that I am puny compared to others, I know I will survive, but I know that that is the worst part about this...