[ 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 ...

Hotel rooms. I hate hotel rooms. 
 
 Of course my house flooded with water. It had to be *water*. Fire or smoke or collapse, I could control. No reflections. But water? 
 
 New house. New place. New hotel room. 
 
 Hotel rooms are a pain. The only way I can stay in one of those fuckin' things is if I get blackout drunk and then start smashing. Just got to smash every reflective surface. And then, wake up next morning, huge headache, no memories, I do n't know if I die or not. Simple. 
 
 Except this fuckin time, I think I drank too much. Or not enough. Who knows? 
 
 Anyway, I go to brush. Man's got ta keep clean. Put in the black dye into the sink, so there ai n't a single reflection, take out the paste, and start brushing. 
 
 I have n't looked up into a mirror in years. I do n't even put my head up to check a mirror while I brush, because there ai n't no fuckin' mirrors. Usually. 
 
 *Usually* 
 
 And I see this guy. Brown hair, small scar, yellow shirt, looks hammered as shit. And he's brushing his teeth. 
 
 Teeth are yellow too by the way, should look into that. 
 
 But see, my shirt's yellow. My hairs brown. That scar? Veronica, that bitch, back in high school. Ca n't check my teeth, but whatever. 
 
 But I'm not dead. 
 
 I burned the shirt. Plastic surgery for the scar is today. 
 
 Does that make me immortal?
