Remember

And she remembers now.

She remembers how much she hated that mirror. It had seen things she was ashamed of, and it kept showing her what she didn't want to see.

Herself.

Yes, she can remember how she got sick of that mirror. She slammed her fist into it, broke it into a million little pieces. She remembers the pain and the blood in her hand. She remembers throwing them all away, every single piece of the mirror... Except for one.

That small, sharp piece of broken glass. The one she put in her pocket.

So far, she couldn't remember why she'd put it there. But then she knew it.

She remembers. And even if just for a while... That small piece of glass can make her forget.