Broken Mirrors.Jeff stared at himself in the mirror, his sanity still fighting for its rightful place in his mind, but insanity was burned deep into the teen now and It wasn't going to give up so easily.Look at you! This isn't what you wanted; this was never what you wanted! You're a monster..Yes a monster
How can I say it's not what I wanted? That rush felt during every kill. That painful tug at my chest when I didn't. Of COURSE I wanted it!! It would go on this way for a while, Jeff fighting with himself, sometimes the conversation would spill out of his head and he would actually scream at himself. The perpetual grin carved into his cheeks could not mask the sorrow, confusion, hopelessness, even anger that the teen felt.Finally when he'd had too much, his fist would connect with the mirror with such force the entire thing shattered, cutting up Jeff's hand. Not that he even noticed.