She hears a voice in her head telling her to stop. Her thoughts of hating herself and sadness comes to a quick hault. Chills run down her body as she puts the knife down and slowly turns around to the mirror. A girl her age stares back at her, her eyes empty yet full of movement and beauty. In some deep way it feels like they know each other. They begin to talk about life, about the good and the bad, about the love and hatred it contains, and about how the girl was soon about to end her own. She leaves the bathroom feeling numb and full of change. She wakes the next morning and looks in the mirror, she no longer is sad nor hateful of herself, she no longer has a deep hatred for everything, because she is now the girl in the mirror.