Tears fall down her cheeks. She cried for him, for his loss, for his decaying mind. She loved him and now he's gone. Deep inside his head. She screams his name yet he does not respond. A girl and a woman with short black hair sit in the room as well. The girl tells of the horrors the woman wrote into the journal. She snatches it away and reads the passages about love. Her heart is shattered into a thousand pieces as she does. She shakes her head again.The woman sits idle, Cutting at her arm with a shard of glass.
"That!" The girl exclaimed.
     "What? It's a bit of a mirror." She looked carefully.
  "She had it d