She gets her supplies from under her bed, the bandage, safety-pin, and razor, and sits in front of her bedroom mirror. She was alone in her house and ready to give in. A few moments, she stares at her lonely reflection. It was sitting right there in front of her, just sitting, not moving, alone, in the reflected room behind it. She's all dressed in black, her hair covers most of her face and the shadows creep around her body. The eyes in the mirror move steadily as if they hold knowledge about the things going to happen, and they did. Inside her mouth, she held the razor, music came from the other side of the room with lyrics...she mouthed them silently, blood oozing from her lip and tounge. Slowly, she pulled the razor out from between her lips and for a few moments more, she stares at her reflection again. She could feel the blood on her mouth but no where in the mirror was blood to be found outside of the body. She is wanting to tear this mirror up, this ugly image, wanting to make more damage to the inside soul of her's. She moves her razor down to her arm, the reflection is motionless, she looks down to find it bleeding. In the mirror the reflection is horrified, and she sees fear in it's eyes. She smiles strongly, knowing that this is satisfying to her, to see someone, not just someone, but her fear herself. The reflection sits, worries and watches the damages being done, unable and unsure of what to do, though it doesn't budge. This girl gets angry, wanting to see more fear, she cuts deeper and faster...and then...before she can wrap her arm in bandage with the safety-pin...her reflection has gone...and so has her soul.