November 8, 2014
I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. At first everything was recognisable, and familiar.My hair was different (I shaved it all off for the firsttime in my life a couple of days before) but everything else was the same. But as each second ticked away so to did my recognition of myself. First to go were my eyes, then my shoulders, then my chest - rising and falling slowly - finally I smiled. It wasn't my smile. There was a subtle malice that passed from my lips to my eyes. I never thought I was so evil.