Man In The Mirror

It wasn't like any other time Jun had entered his family home. He was usually greeted by his mother screaming, or when he was lucky like tonight, no one. It was different. An entirely different aura. He stepped through the door with a calm reverence. This was where his pain had begun. Violent and raw destruction of his childhood. He had waited long enough. Jun had five minutes. Jun went to his room. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. As he walked he could recall every place his mother had hit, degraded, and tortured him. Every time he cried at night after his mother had lectured him about being a disappointment. Every time his mother had sat down and scheduled a new surgery for him. Blood pumped in his veins and his normally placid expression was alive, his eyes were filled with hatred and fire. Deep in his gut he felt waves of hatred pooling up into his lungs, his heart, and filling his mind with dark thoughts. As he stood in his childhood room staring at himself in the mirror he listened to his mother come through the door. It was time.