Hell with the Haters

"You ARE NOT going down," the teenager told himself in the mirror.

His reflection folded his arms and grinned. "Nobody's words gonna change how we are."

The teenager just got out of the shower, towel ragged around him with the exception of his upper body. His hands held each side of the sink, staring into his reflection. "I felt pissed off."

"Oh yeah?" asked his reflection. "What happened?"

"There was this bully, yeah? This happened just two days ago. Said bully does whatever a jerk does in movies, picking on the weak, thinking he's all high and mighty when he's just as weak as the next coward."

"Go on."

"Sucker Punched the bully when he bugged my friend. Kicked him a dog afterwards.

"You sucker punched him?" The teen's reflection asked. "That's a low blow."

"I know it's low but it didn't matter whether or not I threw a boxer's punch. He liked bullying people, so I showed him what it's like to be bullied in return."

"How does bullying him make you feel pissed off?"

"Some people around me be saying I ain't better than the bully, the whole 'violence doesn't solve anything'. The weird thing about them is that I know these people since the first day of school, and were the same people that posted hate comments on Youtube. Some of them were quite harmful"

"That is messed up." the reflection said in disgust. "You did what you to do though. Defending your friend when nobody else would. You outta be proud."

"People who scolded me included one or two of my friends."

"Ah screw them." The reflection exclaimed. "They just hating on you because it's wrong to THEM. You don't have to have friendships with them. If they were your actual friends, they would be by your side instead of giving you a lecture on what payback isn't right."

THe teen looked down before looking at his reflection again. "Yeah, you're right."

"No, we're right. To hell with the haters!" the reflection corrected.

"To hell with them!" the teen added.

"What is all that racket?" The teen's mother barged into the bathroom. She stopped as her son was looking at her, his reflection still in the mirror. "Were you talking to yourself?"

"No, we were talking to each other." The teen's reflection stuck half his body out of the mirror, facing the mother. The mother's eyes were as wide as saucers now, before she took a gasp and fell on her back. The teen looked over her unconsious body.

"Yeah man, maybe next time don't pop yourself out of the mirror." The teen said. "Last thing we both need is her having a heart attack."

"Whoops." The reflection said before pushing himself back into the mirror. "My bad."