I recoiled from the mirror after seeing my reflection. Out of pure instinct, I hurled a lamp at it, causing it to shatter, glass shards scattering across the floor. I frantically looked over my body, but the only sign of harm was a multitude of angry bruises. I was walking just fine, and both my eyes seemed to work. 

I snatched up the necklace, still in its envelope, and ran toward the dining room, still in my pajamas. Amanda was going to ask what had happened to me, and I didn't know what to tell her - perhaps it would have to be the truth. But that didn't matter. I didn't care if she decided I was crazy - she could think whatever she wanted! I just needed somewhere safe, somewhere distant, to store this thing. Perhaps I could put it in my bank vault?

When I arrived in the dining room, I began making my demands immediately. "I need somewhere secure and very far away where I can put this stupid necklace!" I said, my voice shaking. I indicated toward my leg, toward the bruises running down it. "This stupid thing is cursed - I told you it was! It gets fucking high off of hurting me. The only reason I wanted it back was to prevent Frank from using it to hurt me, but now he's dead, so please, help me put it somewhere no one else can reach it and it can't reach me!" When I stopped yelling, I realized tears were running down my cheeks. Amanda must think me a complete lunatic! But that didn't matter... all that mattered was getting away from this awful thing!