[ WP ] You have developed and ability to see how people will die when you look at them . Your entire life you avoided pictures of yourself , but today you forgot , and , brushing your teeth in the morning , looked in the mirror ...

Grogginess made my hangover seem further away until I turned the light on - stark brightness, nothing but painful white until I blinked it away. The light still buzzed when I squeezed the dregs out of the tube and onto my toothbrush. 
 
 Mint. Pain. Blood. Again. 
 
 Things did n't need to be this hard, at least that's that I heard but I did n't really believe it any more. Slumped against the wall I went through my daily routine of painting the sink red and pretending it did n't bother me. I do n't think I meant to catch myself but I did - just out the corner of my eye but it was enough. My vision blurred, I squeezed my eyes shut against the images but they still came. Too late, bitch. 
 
 I was n't old there. I do n't think I was much older than I am now, just tired ( as always ). Nothing romantic, nothing tragic, no battle - against disease or otherwise. The most mundane thing in the world; being late, a bus, a fading red stain trampled into the pavement. And then nothing. 
 

