Sa Ram’s Point of View
I am running mad
I must be running mad
I stood in front of the broken mirror, pieces of the glass all over the floor and table. I had tossed the first thing my hands could get a hold off into the mirror shattering it on impact. Fright sets in as my chest pounds so hard in my ribcage that I am sure someone from afar would definitely be able to hear it. I try to calm myself down, I needed to calm myself down and do some thinking. There must be a logical explanation for what just happened, I thought as I rubbed my sweaty hand on my thigh
There has to be a logical explanation for what I just experienced, I mean I just needed to find what it was. Why did I see my reflection talk to me? Was I really going man
“Are you okay?” Lisa’s voice startles me “I heard your sc
