You decide your fate... YOU DECIDE!!!

Read a few chapters of Misery by Stephen King and once again I was muttering 'YOU BITCH!'. Over and over again I said it, shouting inside my mind.

When she swung the axe, and chopped of Paul's shattered leg, I felt that pain way before he did.

I had that Annie living in me, that Annie who has killed scores of innocent people just because they were brats. In a way, I killed some too...

Being the Paul that I am, now screaming over the pain of a lost limb, just what can I do?

Now my mirror has cracked its final crack. 2 pieces...

Yes Annie, you did it! You f***ing bitch!

2 pieces, only one in which you can see, for the other has been changed.
Did you know? DID YOU CARE? I GUESS NOT.

You could stab me,
force youself to know me,
be kind and try to love me.
The false hope you smear in my face,
the empty promises you rubbed in my rotting wounds,
I took it in... but not this.
Not when you swung that axe, like Annie you did.
Swung it with or without intention I don't know,
that you broke my mirror into 2.