[ WP ] A man on the verge of self destruction yells to his reflection about his mistakes and failures . He turns to see his pet has entered the room , jokingly the man asks the animal what he should do next . To his surprise it answers him .

My blood embroidered the cracked pieces of the mirror, framing each splintered piece of myself with a shallow red sheen. 
 
 Ugh, my knuckles throbbed, blood pounding out on the thuds of my slow heartbeat. But that's just another mistake to the counter. A drop of rain in an ocean. 
 
 I wretched a fractured piece of glass from the smashed image. The edges were sharp, lacerating my hands simply from being held. 
 
 I twirled the silver, marvelling at the reflection of the soulless eyes. In them was the abyss, deeper than the vastness of the sky, housing the forgotten dreams of a past once long gone. Every failure I ever had was in that deadly shiv of glass, and the longer I stared into it, the more it enthralled me. Tales of tragedy seemed romantic; death seemed like such an easy way to go. 
 
 No one would miss me. All I have is a shitty dog. 
 
 The metal was pressed on my throat when I heard a bark. 
 
 I turned around to meet a wide-eyed stare. His dark eyes were boundless, deep in what seemed to convey innocence and dream, amorous to the world in a swirling complexion. His eyes were a mirror in itself, a mirror that pointed to a distant past full of chimerical thoughts and lovely delusions. 
 
 `` Hey. What do you want?'' 
 
 He just bounded forward, one step at a time, avoiding glass and metal. Wet and cold, his muzzle pushed away my bloodied hand, staining his fur. 
 
 `` What, I ca n't do what I want!?'' 
 
 He said nothing. My anger did n't solicit a whimper, a bark, nothing. 
 
 `` The old lady next door will feed you! What do you want?'' 
 
 He pushed the silver out of my hand, the silver crashing on the floor amongst its estranged brothers. 
 
 `` Then what should I do!?'' 
 
 My words stammered out, sputtering against the hot tempo of my heart. The dog said nothing. The dog did nothing. Other than leave. 
 Alone, I was alone. I bent down to pick up the silver, cradling the piece of metal in my palm. My breath fogged the mirror, masking the one last appearance I was graced with. 
 
 The nudge against my arm made the metal clatter to the ground again. I spun around, a furious daze was soon tempered by the innocent gaze of a dog. 
 
 `` What do you want me --'' My words stopped short. My open palm was met with a tennis ball, green, fuzzy, torn with use. 
 The dog barked and rushed out, patiently waiting for his master. I took a glance back to the shattered mess on the ground, before kicking it away. 
 
 Yeah, I guess thinking about suicide was stupid. Somebody would miss me. I have a shitty dog.
