I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this. I try to be a good person most of the time. I help old ladies across the street sometimes. I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store. These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.
Sure I had my bad times. We all have those. Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.
My fist smashed the mirror.