I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
Today was a busy day. She had to keep herself busy or she would end up going crazy like the man. The man, she didn't known, a stranger, the one who died right infront of her. The one she told herself she couldn't have done anything to help - or could she? She watched him go insane and one nothing to help, but maybe he was already insane? No she thought, he wasn't that insane, he never tried to kill himself before. She constantly told herself she couldn't have stopped him, but she didn't say anything to him. Why not? Cowardice? I could have hurt myself, he was talking to himself, 'saying it wasn't his fault'. I don't know what wasn't his fault... he could have killed someone! But even she knew that wasn't true, nothing he was holding could have harmed her. She just stood and watched from the bathroom door, the man who stared at his reflection, the same reflection that took his life away. She didn't stop him. No, but she could have stopped him.
