“Yes. It was murder. She did not die of her own hand.”

For once the voices and I were in agreement.
It was a warm feeling to know that I was not alone in seeing truth.

“It was homicide. No indication of suicide,” they continued to soothe. The words both comforted and excited. They sent electricity through me, reverberating to my bones.

Truth at last!

“But who did it?”
“You know them well. Let us show you”

I closed my eyes.
I was buoyant. The voices no-one else could hear were speaking to my soul.

“Come toward the glass. Closer”

My nose pressed against the glass.

“Now open”

I slowly opened my eyes, the image came to focus.

I fell to the floor, screaming, white coats flooded in. My body flanked still as they injected me.

Donned with a jacket, locked in self embrace, I sat in my corner rocking.

Behind that glass, a mirror stood.

A single reflection held the truth after all.