Her eyes for the first time gripped you with rage, "That's none of your fucking business!" She looked down and said in a hushed tone. "...I have my reasons. I'm here like he is abandoned at the door of another relative as soon as my use is over. I can't stand it. Some days I just sit in my room for days hoping a plane would crash into my side of the house. Pathetic right? I have all the advantages, never worked a day in my life, and all I want to do is die." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I heard what happen to you, I'm sorry. I'm sure my problems are pretty trivial to yours. Thanks for letting me stay here. I'll not be a bother to you. I promise." Vivian sat there pocking her food with her fork. 

After dinner you both went your separate ways. You looked in the mirror and you reflection did nothing beyond your intentions. Just like before dinner. Dinner, that giggle sounded so familiar.....

You washed up and changed for bed. Walking to the massive four post canopy you heard a feint knock at the door. The maid asked if there will be anything else? "Noooo. Good night." Climbing into this bed was the last thing you did.

"NNNOOOOOOOOO! Don't! You crazy bitch!" Christians screaming woke you. You sat up and turned on the lamp by the bed stand. Checking the room nothing was out of place except your reflection standing there while you were still in bed. Your reflection is wearing the same thing you went to bed in. The noticeable exception was your reflection is covered in mud and holding a blood covered combat knife. "AAAHHHHHHH!" again coming from Christian outside. You rushed to the window, flung it open, and saw Christian with stab wounds to the chest the knife you were holding in the mirror was sticking out of his left eye. His hand fell away from the handle. The motion of the guard caught your attention. He witnessed the whole thing as well.

The cops came questioned you, the staff, the guard, Vivian had to be woken up as she took a heavy sleep aid. This parade went into the night and finally came to an end in time for breakfast. The police arrested one of your guard and drove him back to the precinct for further questioning. Vivian looked at you across the breakfast table but only when you weren't looking. You heard the giggle again but it sounded like it came from upstairs.

Out side the spot where Christian died was marked with blood. The area sectioned off with Police tape. None of this mattered as the sun rose just like every day. The sky was a clear blue and birds made their presence known. All of the guards were looking at you. When they noticed you looking back they became busy with setting up the security system.