The first time this strange event happened, Frank and I were ready to get to bed. We were standing next to the sink, I was brushing my teeth and Frank was shaving and modelling his beard. I allways love how he gently pushes his cheeks and chin. Suddenly I remembered I had asked him this morning to tape an episode of Star Trek Enterprise for me, while I was home late from work.

 “Did you tape Star Trek for me?” I asked him with a frown on my face. He looked surprised.

“Oops, sorry. I forgot.” I threw down my toothbrush and turned to him.
“You asshole! Why can't you do anything right? It's not that I ask much from you!” I yelled.
“Calm down, Mandy. I'm sorry, I told you.”
“Sorry doesn't make everything right now, does it? 

You allways forget everything I ask: take out the trash, walk the dog before you leave, get some milk and sigarettes for me! It's allways the same!!!” I was so angry, I hit the sink with my fist, and hurt myself. It made me even more angry.I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it towards me. “I hate your forgetfullness!”

“I'll try to do better.” he mumbled shyly.

“Yeah, you allways say that!” I screamed. I pushed him to the wall with all the power I had.

“Stop that, Mandy, you're hurting me.” Frank sounded a bit scared, and I felt the rage roaring through my body, making me powerfull and it eradicated every thought.

“You're not a man, you're less than a pig.” I snarled. My fists dug themselves in his chest, my knuckles pushing against his ribs and I felt Frank starting to push me away.

“You have to calm down now.” His bossy hands made my rage flare up even more and I pulled my arm back and my fist landed in his stomach. Franks breath came out in a moan and he bent over, with a surprised look on his face. I looked down on his dark brown hair, and I thought to myself that he should be punished for his stupid forgetfullness. The first thing that came to mind was the mirror, and without further thinking I took a towel, wrapped it around my hand and I hit the mirror. Big chunks of glass fell on the concrete floor. It made a lot of noice, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I picked up a large shard with a long, sharp point.

“What are you doing?” Frank asked with a mixture of curiousity and fear on his face.

“Making things right.” He just had time to raise his hands in a defensive posture, but it didn't do him much good. I thrusted myself at him, the glass cut his left hand and then sunk into his chest.