Staring into his bathroom mirror Keith has a frustrated look on his face. He begins to speak to the reflection. 

Keith- What the fuck is wrong with you? I hate the fact I got to live with you, and the way you are. 

Keith’s Reflection: What are you talking about? I live with you inside your head. So I should be asking you that question. What the fuck is wrong with you? I hate the fact I’m stuck in here because you are too much of a bitch to let people know how you really feel. 

Keith- No, I’m not wasting my time talking to people who really don’t care. Also people everywhere went through shit. Why should I burden anyone with mines?

Keith’s Reflection: Because your burden with it nigga. Your  knuckles hurt huh , dickhead?  Stop punching doors over minor shit because it inconvice you in the moment. I’m told you all those years ago you should have just pushed her down the stairs. Should have taken control, but you chose a coward’s way out. You ran away, and still ended up at the place you were running from. 

Keith – I was twelve 

Keith’s Reflection- That didn’t stop here for taking her anger out on you. You know damn well you didn’t deserve that treatment. You know the real reason you were there in the first place.

Keith slams both hands down onto the sink. 

Keith- I’m not talking about that.

Keith’s Reflection- You need to that’s the shit that’s really fucking you up, but ok. So back to the point I was trying to make before you interrupted me. Oh and thank you for locking in the reason that you should have done it. You were twelve you couldn’t get in much trouble for her death because it would have been self defense. 

Keith- You don’t know that.

Keith’s Reflection- You right I’m clueless to the facts, but either way I know you wouldn’t be here punching yourself in your head because you lost your temper and punched a door. How the fuck you get mad, and then get mad because you got mad? At this point you mine as well end it all. 

Both: I’m not a bitch I’ll survive until I die.

Keith’s Reflection- The dumbest shit I ever heard. You basically torturing your life, I guess we can thank childhood truema for that kerfuffle. (Laughs) How do you get out of an abusive situation, but continue to beat yourself up for the rest of your life? You are a stupid mutha fucker. (Begins to point and laugh at Keith) You a fucking dickhead with that thought process. I can’t wait for you to snap and I’m released. This mental list is the first thing I’m completing if they ain’t already dead by time I get to them. 

Keith: I will never snap I got control

Keith’s Reflection: Tell that to your door you just punched. Tell that to that room you tossed because you got fired from your job. Maybe if you would have bounced that guy head off the wall your room wouldn’t have had to deal with me. Shaking my head dumb ass. Your life ain’t shit. No excitement whatsoever. Nobody to call your own. This apartment reflects how you really feel on the inside. You’re just a sad sad sad little man. (Begins laughing) If you don’t end up killing yourself, lives are going to be lost. Blood is going to be on your hands, and the crazy part is deep down you want to snap. You want to let go and let it all out. A part of you…

Keith Interrupts his reflection and screams. 

Keith: SHUT THE FUCK UP! (Keith punches the mirror, breaking it in the process. Keith stands there with his hands on the sink  causing the blood from his knuckles to roll down his fingers into the sink.) I hate myself. Now I gotta clean this shit up and get ready for work.