The second thing was not the pain, but the blood pooling around my bottom teeth.
The third thing... The third thing was her, the girl, Miriam.
"Now I ain't gonna' name names, and I ain't gonna drag others in, but I'm not about to say "I'm the only cat you got bubblin'", you're lucky, somehow you managed to find who will sit and soak the evils you secrete."
-Aesop Rock
And I just killed her.
Oh God.
I was screaming, crying, putting my fist through my mirror into the drywall behind; pulling back a handfull of broken glass, blood, and twenty skewed images of myself.
Like the calling to innocence I had felt as a child, this was my calling to Hell.