A dog.

-Nothing complicated, a dog maybe, could you mummy?
-okay- said the woman, with a sight invading her voice.- but you'll have to take care of it, ok?
The little boy's eyes were shinning because of his excitement.
-really?
-Yes, but we'll keep it away form the neighbors
-That's fine :3

A dog. At his nine years old, all he could remember was wanting a dof for christmas. He wanted it so badly, he had gotten better marks at school.

But that's all he remembered. He doesn't know what happened after that. He never knew it, he never even knew what happened to his mother after that.

A dog. For a while, he blamed himself. If he wouldn't have asked his mother for a dog so badlly, she would still be alive.

But things weren't that way. That's all he remembers. He still had that awfal nightmares, where a giant dog was eating his mother, in a slightly comimc way, with a fork and a knife cutting her slowly, blood everywhere, and a mirror in fornt of the table..

At his 29, he still wouldn't get it... he had had many dogs, in such a long period of time. but all of them died misteriously.

That was his life, dogs and mothers, all he ever loved...

He still woulnd't get it. even if he spent half an hour looking himself at the mirror everyday.

And nothing could make him feel better, everyone he knew, he liked, had left him alone.

At his almost 30, no girl had taken him seriously. At his 30, he still, couldn't get why they got away so mad at him, when everything was going alright.

The mirror waved him as saying "hello", and comprehension dawned in him.

It was him all this time. him with a knife, him with a gun, him, with a bullet in his brain.