Reflection
BY ANONYMOUS

Taeyeon's POV
I came back late in the night as usual, it has been 3 days since the first day I came back home late and drunk. The stress from work and the risk of getting fired from it because of the dropping ecomony is driving me to drink everynight after work. Everynight Tiffany will be sitting on the armchair waiting for my arrival and also giving me a lecture without fail.

"Taeyeon! Where have you been? That smell...you have been drinking again haven't you?"

That tone, that look and that same line drives me crazy. It's always the same thing over and over again, I do love her I really do but that thing she does whenever I come back from a drink after work drives me nuts. It's suppose to be good for me but it's just so annoying, The one thing I dispise more than aegyo is nagging.

"Yeah so what if I drank a cup or two?"

I couldn't hold back anymore, I just had to open my big mouth. After that it felt bad but the huge rock on my chest finally got moved away with that one sentence. Tiffany was certainly taken back by my response, she was disgusted and angry.

"What if? What if you got kidnapped, what if you got hit by a car-" *smack*

I slapped her, I slapped her hard. I didn't even give it a second thought before slapping her, she was mad, real mad. Her expression was like none other, she did give me a word she just pointed at me with her trembling finger before leaving the apartment with her handbag.

"Lets see how long you can last"

That was the last thing she said to me,it had a deep meaning to it but I didn't even bother to chase after her. At that momment I was dumb and numb, the only thing that crossed my mind was the last look of Tiffany's face with tears rolling down her cheeks before she closed the door and left me forever. I was angry at Tiffany, I was angry at my job and I was angry at myself.

I angrily rummaged the whole place searching for something, but I didn't know what I was searching for. I angrily marched into our room and swept the table clean. Finally I reached the lifesized mirror infront of me, I stared at my own reflection. My hair was a disaster, my clothes looked like it just came out of a washing machine and the first impression that I gave out was a drug addict. I punched the wall simultaneously with my head resting on the mirror, I cried. I cried my heart out, I don't know why I started crying but I just did.

Tears were unstopabble, the pain in my heart was unbearable, my bleeding fist that contineously punched the innocent wall was intolerable. And finally I missed the wall and landed my fist on the mirror, it shattered like my heart. The glass shards slowly fell onto the ground cutting my arm on the way down. I could barely lift my arm up after what I did, the blood that flowed out of it stained the shards on the ground. I looked down and saw my reflection again with blood stains all over it. Now that was more like how I looked, I was broken and the shards expressed it well scattered on the ground.

I let out a dry chuckle before looking for the first aid kit to bandage my bleeding fist, I dragged myself to the washroom to clean it up first before bandaging it. Running water stung my injured fist, but the pain was not as strong as the one that is ripping my heart apart. After cleaning my fist with cold water I bandaged it and left the house untidied.

I had no where to go, no where to hide, the cold world just made my life worse. I didn't want to sleep at the apartment because just the sight of it reminded me of Tiffany. The bed reminded me of how we used to cuddle each other to sleep, I woulnd't be able to sleep the whole night if I slept there. But there is not much difference outside, the cold wind howled across my body. I was trembling while sleeping on a bench in the park, I was no more than a bagger that time.

I fell asleep despite almost getting a frostbite, but I was thankful that no one robbed or me while I was sleeping outside. I still had cash for food, transport and a little bit more. The night went by like a breeze literally, I woke up with my body stiff and aching. The only thing that crossed my head was a early morning jog around the park and I did just that. I jogged around the park and got a quick breakfast by the hotdog stand, I was lonley and depressed. The only thing that I had to do was to get Tiffany back and stop drinking even if stress gets to my head, but my anger was something that gets into the way.

Lucky me I saw a poster that was old and almost torn off stuck on the lamp post near where I sat, it was an anger management center and I really could use one session of this. For newcomers are for free, but there was something weird about it. It says that they will control your anger in a very different way, it was intriguing yet fearful. But whats to lose? I've almost lost everything so I might as well try it out while I can.

I walked down the streets holding that very piece of paper to find the center, after walking for another 5minutes I finally stumbled upon the place that could get me back into shape. The center was nothing special, it was just an ordinary home made into a shop. The session took place in the living room and it was empty, the center was dead empty with a woman meditating on the center of the living room.

The first thing that crossed my mind was 'Another meditating center', as if meditating can solve my problems. But something crossed my mind, it said that they will manage your anger in a very different way.

"Welcome, my name is Hyoyeon and I will help you to manage your