• I never really noticed people, but I noticed her. She stood very still in that window, and stared at me. Her face was full of confusion and anger, as if I was the one on the outside looking into her house. I was briefly startled, but it was a big window. There were always people walking by it. I continued what I was doing, and thought little else of her.

    Well, since I noticed her once, I couldn't help but spot her again, walking past the window. She glared at me with hatred, so I left her view; escaped to my room, and took shelter in my bed. As soon as I thought that I would be safe there, I saw her again, more clearly, in the large window across from my bed. Her face was illuminated, her eyes blazing. She followed me here, and now watched me intently. I turned over in my bed and tried to ignore her, but I could still feel her gaze on my back.

    I knew that with those piercing eyes, she could see well past my clothes and skin, and was picking apart every aspect of my being. She disapprovingly looked at my body, ashamed by all of my flaws. She heard my private thoughts, pitied my weakness. She knew everything that I had ever done, my deepest darkest fears, my life long ambitioins.

    And she laughed at how pathetic they were.

    Animosity filled me as she laughed. She didn't belong there, in my window, laughing at my insecurities.

    I ran toward her, toward the glass. Hate and tears blurred my vision, I lunged at the window, and thrust my fist through it.

    There was a loud crash, the window dropped, and the girl ran. Disappeared completely.

    I was left alone in silence with a bloody, pulsing hand, and thousands of mirror shards on the floor.