Keith walked into his empty apartment and took his backpack off in a hurry. He ran to the bathroom turned on the sink to splashed water on his face. He then stood straight up, opened his eyes and stared at his reflection before speaking.

Keith: I really hate myself, like wow you really can’t find anything with in you to love nigga? But I knew how I felt for the longest. So why is it fucking getting to me this bad?

Just then Keith’s reflection gave a devious grin. Keith instantly got even more frustrated because he already knew what was going on.

Keith’s Reflection: You need Therapy.

Keith: I wasn’t talking to you. So do me a favor and leave me the hell alone. I’m not doing this today.

Keith’s Reflection: Hey listen here Shakespeare I am here so you won’t be monologuing to yourself. At least this way you’ll have a voice to reply to you. 

Keith: You are the reason I feel this way about myself in the first place, so you being here is not helping. Matter of fact it makes it worse, because I am a thirty-one year old man who is reduced to talking to himself because I never gained the ability to connect with others. I am a thirty-one year old man that is reduced to talking to himself because the only time my phone rings on a daily basis is when Scam Likely calls. So yeah I need you to sked-fucking-addle and allow me to monologue my feelings

Keith’s Reflection: My fault you say? How is that even possible when I’m in your head? I’m here to help you make a decision on which path you should take in life. The one where you get better, or what I have my money on you taking your life.

Keith: Well that’s one bet you are losing asshole. If I don’t get better I just live my life isolated until the day I die. It’s been working for me so far,

Keith’s Reflection: (Laughs) Working out so far? Nigga you is standing in your bathroom talking to your reflection, because a night of demon time turned out to be a nut and done because your old ass can’t have meaningless sex anymore. So here comes the issue in this problem you are facing. If you are unable to make an emotional connection with anyone then all the sex you would possible have will be meaningless. Oh shit which means you going stop having sex until you can make that emotional connection? Yeah we both know that shit is a lie nigga, any pussy is thrown our way is a touchdown pass always. 

Keith: It’s called self control, and the fact I spend ninety-five percent of my time alone. So yeah I got this. 

Keith’s Reflection: Yeah you don’t got shit nigga. I have been with you since you started getting your ass beat when you were twelve. Every so many years you get lucky to get someone who finds you cute enough to want to do the horizontal tango with you until they find out you’re a nutcase.  So you turned them opportunities down because you know emotionally you won’t connect? I don’t think so buddy. You are not that guy, 

Keith: You don’t know shit so get out of my head and out of my life you piece of shit. 

Keith’s Reflection: So let me get something straight, I don’t know shit but yet get out of your head. That makes no logical sense at all, because if I’m in your head I know everything before you do it because it was a thought first nutcase. 

Keith: I’m not a nutcase. 

Keith’s Reflection: Ok you right whatever you say nutcase. You know the best way to show you not a nutcase is to stop talking to your own reflection. 

Keith stares at his reflection before screaming at the mirror at the top of his lungs. The reflection begins to laugh as the reflection jumps back in front between Keith’s scream and the demented reflection before it’s just Keith screaming. He stops and walks out the bathroom.