The Mirror and a Job Gone Awry

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own.

My eyes were dark, and blood was splattered across my face. My makeup was smeared as well. And I held my blade in my right hand, which only meant one thing.

Not again.

Glancing down at the floor, I had to grip the cabinet with my bloodstained hands so I wouldn’t fall. Blood pooled on the ground beneath the…