Night after night, through suffrage and strife the man persevered to see the next day. His hand the many days before used to be clenched tight, is now loosened and numb and dripping on the floor. He stood and waited as his reflection walk on screen like a twisted villain from a movie scene. His reflection pulled up a chair sat down and the two began to talk. What started off as a whisper became a whole lot.
"My family, my friend's and a whole lot more, stared from blood now to my wife and daughter who left many years ago," The man glared and his fist grew tighter. "why'd you take them I demand to know, though I was not with them I cared for them so"
The reflection in the mirror now shattered and gored put on a simply smile and nothing more.
"You see I wouldn't know for it was not me but you. Between the two of us Petter there was nothing I could do" His eyes widened and his knife dropped to the floor, his hand weak and still could hardly bleed no more.
"A long time ago though less than it seemed you abused your power and your loved ones began to flee. You beat her and raped her so much your wife could not stand, you even gave your own daughter the back hand. You claimed it was false and all a big lie, not none of them not one were on your side. So when the took her away and threw you to the the wolves behind bars you swore you'd get revenge. Away from the dogs, you got off in good time, hiding you face with a mask so kind, but never did you leave from a cell within, and that's how the real fun began again. You hunted them done again and again, enemies you used to claim friends, leading them all to a terrible end."
"My lover my daughter it was me all along their death was a lovely swan song" the voices of Petter and the reflection became one, they way they should've been along.
"Her bodies I beat, her heart I stabbed her ripe fruit I grabbed and tasted. I will admit I was elated. To have what was mine after so long. My heart was so happy if sang a song. And my daughter, my sweet lovely child I could never harm her, her heart tender and mild. Her death was swift, and though she'll be missed I can eat her one day at a time"
Looking over at the bathroom door he found he could no longer move anymore. As he shifted he fell. On the ground he was met with a putrid smell. His blood pooled and caked looked layered and backed as he lay still on the floor. His eyelids flutter, and his lips they muttered.
"Looks like I can say no more"
