Okay, so this might be a little dark

“Of course it’s your fault your parents aren’t together,” the shape in the mirror whispered to Johnny. “Little boys should known to be heard and not seen, not bug daddy after a long day at work, not ask mommy about her new perfume.”

A hand the colour of tears slips out of the mirror. “If you come with me, all the pain will stop and you won’t ever be a naughty boy again. They might even love each other again with you gone.”