I never look at my reflection. Not since that first time. You can imagine how difficult it is going through life avoiding reflective surfaces. But, like a blind man, I’ve become quite adept. The alternative is suicide.
The day it all changed, I was retching into a sink, fighting the pain in my gut. I washed my face and looked into my bathroom mirror. My eyes burned, stronger than if I were looking at the sun through a telescope, and my head practically exploded.
I couldn’t look away. I screamed in terror as I watched myself locked in custody somewhere. The Government’s test subject, hundreds of eyes pierced mine while millions of lives ripped through me. I was a junkie feeding off the degradation and corruption perpetrated by an endless parade of people. In the end, I had become nothing more than a drooling life reader, filling our coffers and blackmail books with a constant stream of information.
Everybody has something to hide. Even me. That’s why I couldn’t become a cop and help regular citizens like I wanted to. They never would have let me. I understood that when I slammed my face into that mirror and shattered it.