Why So Serious?I look up at the mirror laughing quietly to myself.My mouth is stained red and my eyes are stained black.I am no longer the person you thought you knew.I pull out my knife and wipe some of the blood onto my hand.Licking the rest of the blood from the blade I step out of my study.If only you knew what Id been studying up until now.I walk toward our bedroom where you are cleaning blissfully.My mind is filled with flashbacks from those times.I am laughing hysterically, but its not my fault.You talk too damn much. He growls at me.Why so serious? Smile on his face, whiskey on his breath.You look nervous. Lets put a smile on that face.Oh my god. What happened? Your eyes fill with tears.Youre scaring the children. You turn away.I love you. You whisper barely audible.I push open the door staining it with blood.Sweetheart, Ive got something for you. My voice is low.