Made a Bystander

Authors Note: This is a story from the point of view from a cracked mirror.

It started like any other day, she got up, rubbed her eyes and kissed her husbands cheek before she went to get her coffee down stairs.   I felt warmth and delight as the sun started to rise and reflect off my smooth clear frame. The man in the bed sat up, stretched his arms and fingers, and rose to his feet. Something buzzed from the bed, that sounded like a single bee swarming past your ear. He glanced around the room and took his phone out from under his pillow. He cleared his sleepy throat and spoke into the phone, telling the other person that he'll meet  her in a few hours after  his wife leaves.  After he tucked the phone into his back pocket, his eyes swept passed me, touching his hair and rubbing the wrinkles out of his shirt. He seemed the same, he looked the same, but what he just said into that device had struck me ever so slightly with annoyance.   The truth is, I've never liked this man. The minute she picked me out, I noticed him standing behind her, always looking around, always thinking of something else, or someone else. She was the sweet one, the first time she saw me she called me beautiful, a priceless antique, she said.  I still remember what she wore as well. I sky blue dress, that reminded me of a baby dolls clothes that I saw a little girl drag through the store.  Her eyes were chocolate brown, and hair a light burgundy that flowed past her shoulders.  A few hours later, doors slammed.  The screaming started, I've never heard her more upset in my living in this house hold. "Why would you do that! TO ME?! "I SAW WITH HER! WHAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW I WAS IN HER BOOK GROUP?!  What DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!!" She exclaimed. "Let me explain… You don't understand…" He hesitated. "I DON’T UNDERSTAND?! YOU CHEATED? WHATS THERE NOT TO UNDERSTAND!" She screamed. She stomped into the room, mascara drooping down her face, as the tears stained her face. "Melissa, stop please, your making a mistake!" He started to say angrily. I knew that by the sound of his voice, violence was upon us. He grabbed her arms and shook her saying that she could not leave him. She shook her arms and her head trying to break free and trying to not make contact with his insane, pleading eyes. Her cries grew louder as she threw her clothes into a suitcase.  All I could think of was that she better not leave me here with him, no way was I staying. She grabbed the handle and ran out of the room, but before she could make it, her wrist was yanked backwards, suitcase dropped, and was dragged back into the room. He threw her into his arms and begged her not to leave. When she answered wrong, he smashed her into me. One by one, piece by piece, I shattered, leaving her in a bloody mess on the ground. He screamed goodbye and ran out of the door. She lay there as still as a statue. Crying, and broken, I heard three words escape her  sobbing lips… "I loved you."