I stand in front of the mirror brushing my teeth up and down side to side. The bristles rub my enamel massaging at first then inflaming creating friction filled with pain. Blood seeps from my raw gums and mixes with the blue toothpaste. It drips slowly then turns into a flowing faucet refusing to cease. Rust-scented liquid drowns the person staring at me through the mirror. Her blush skin pales as the blood rushes from her body splashing to the tiled floor. It drains every last drop until all that remains is a pile of folded skin left in a heap with the toothbrush lying on top in victory.