Mirror

There must've been an explosion, there must've something happened - the same thought crosses my mind. I look down at my breast. I can see hundreds of pieces of glass piercing my body. Blood oozes slowly, caking my stomach. I grasp one of the splinters and pull it out. It's a perfectly clean piece of a mirror. An empty mirror. I don't feel pain but I know I desperately need help. Mum, dad! Help me please! We must go to hospital! Mum, please! - I shout. What for? Don't be silly, kid. Nothing wrong will happen. You're exaggerating, as usual. Maybe they're right?