Vanity

"Hey.

Oh, hey.

How's it going?

It's okay, the usual.

Why don't I believe that?

I don't know, you should. Why would I lie?

Probably because you don't want to admit it.

Admit what?

Oh come on, you know what.

No, I really don't.

Yes, you do. Look inside you.

Dude stop, you're being weird.

Just do it. Look in you.

You're being creepy.

Just look.

No...

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid...

Then LOOK!

Maybe I don't want to!

You have to at some point, you know.

I know.

So why not now? Huh?

Because I don't want to.

Look in you, and accept it.

Accept what?

This darkness you feel inside you.

...

See, you know it's in there.

Yeah... I suppose so...

Stare at it straight in the face. Accept it.

Are you sure this is healthy?

Believe me. You'll never feel so free.

Well... I guess you know best.

I do. I am you after all."

Jonas looked at the mirror.

Alone in the bathroom.

His eyes glaring at himself in the mirror.

"What if they judge me?

Then let them burn.

What about my friends?

You don't need them."

Jonas gripped the counter hard.

A knife resting on top.

"Family?

You can always replace them.

Yeah, I guess so.

No, you know so.

I know so."

Jonas grabbed the knife.

He had white knuckles around the handle.

There was a knock on the door.

"Can you please hurry up?"

Jonas looked at the knife.

Then back to the mirror.

"Do it.

Okay."