Was I Wrong?

A blood-curdling scream echoed all throughout the restroom. Yun He collapsed to the floor as he held onto his hand that had lost all fingers. The blood from his cheeks and from his hand pooled under him and stained his white clothes. His tears even kept on stinging the wounds on his face.

"Help… help me..."

"Help me..."

The reflection walked towards him and looked down at him. When Yun He's eyes moved to take a look, the image was still smiling ever-so-proudly at his masterpiece. Then… it held onto its own neck. The hand that still had fingers gripped at the neck… until blood drew from the side.

Yun He could feel the loss of air, but his body had become numb from the pain. He could only move his mouth open and close as if a fish not knowing how to breathe out of the water. Soon, his legs began to kick in an attempt to signal the body to breathe.

On the verge of his consciousness, the door opened.