I stopped and stared. Arms barred my way and hands clung to my clothes and hair, tearing and pulling me away. It did not matter. At that moment, I was immovable, petrified by the eerie sight of her, the other one, the one who haunted my dreams and my thoughts and my ear, whispering sly thoughts. The one who haunted my mirror. She slowly turned and our gazes collided, neither willing to give. With the same slow control, she stretched open her lips, baring blindingly white teeth and perfect lips.