short story

It's a cold, vicious, selfish, world that I resented. A shadowy figure stares at me through the window, it mocks and laughs. As I stare at it my very being is fading, I am falling with this world. It's scarlet eyes mesmerizes me like invisible strings hooked to my flesh. I ask the shadow what is your name, it doesn't answer. I see the traits of deciet, greed, pride, gluttony through its golden smile, when I look at the window I see the shadow, it is me.