He used to face the mirror every morning wondering what had become of him. He would reach for his bottle of vitamins and pop one tablet, sometimes two. Most people took theirs with water. He took his with none. He would chew it , savoring its flavored taste and texture in his mouth. It perked him up, gave him energy for work and play. He loved his vitamins. But that was before...
One day when he had nothing better to do, he studied the label on the bottle. He had always thought of doing that in the past but somehow, something always came up that deserved his attention more than the scrutiny of a harmless medicinal wonder. But on that particular day, he decided he wanted to know about the pills that had been a part of his everyday routine. And virtually everyone else's for it was a popular and cheap drug.
The technical terms and descriptions claiming potency were reduced to a lingo easily understood by everyone. All natural... Safe... Satisfaction-guaranteed... Endorsed and approved by the association of... And then he noticed a corner of the label that was protruding and starting to peel off. Carefully with his thumb and forefinger, he slowly removed the sticker from the plastic container completely. He was not surprised to see that there was another label underneath. For some reason he could not quite explain, he knew of the original label like a precognition from a previous life. He knew it was there but he knew nothing about what it said. Skull and crossbones. No words and catchy phrases. Just skull and crossbones--poison.
The following day, he stared at his reflection in the mirror and wondered what had become of him. He did not take his vitamins. He ignored his magic pills for three days. On the fourth day, he took one tablet with a glass of water knowing it was poison. On the fifth and sixth day, he abstained from them again and on the seventh day, he decided it was time to throw the bottle away. But deciding was not the same as actually doing it, so the bottle remained sitting in his medicine cabinet. He would face the mirror every morning wondering what would become of him. Sometimes he would reach for his vitamins; sometimes, he would not. It had become a battle between death and re-birth.
He would face the mirror every morning not knowing that the answer was not there.