I looked in the mirror this morning, finally realizing that the person that stared back was not the man I had once been. The surprise brought on a flash of rage within me, as I struck the mirror and watched each piece slowly flutter to the ground at my feet.  Soon after I fled the prison I call my apartment and headed for a secluded rooftop on the other side of the city. The cold rain cascaded down my face as I sat and wondered where the last twelve years of my life had gone. My breath turning to steam as the night grew colder, relentlessly the thunder and lightning grew louder, closer. Yet I refused to move. Drawing in a deep breath, I got to my feet and ran for the edge leaping for the ground, exhaling a trail of steam as I plummeted to the street below.....