Mirror

"You'll be fine." I told her.
She shrugged and turned away.
I grabbed her arm.
"You'll. Be. Fine."
Our eyes locked.
Blank stare.
"YOU'LL BE FINE!" I yelled.
I started hitting her.
Hard.
Until my knuckles bled.
"YOU'LL BE FINE! YOU'LL BE FINE!"
My fists started to go numb.
"YOU'LL BE FINE!"
I sank to the floor.
Sobbing.
"You'll be fine." I wispered.
From the shards of broken mirror she looked at me
a thousand times reflected.
She smiled.
That sad smile.
She didn't believe me.