You count to three and she is still there. The same face that has been haunting you as long as you can remember.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, open your eyes again, and she is still there. you dislike her, you abhor her; you wish she could disappear and change into something - someone - else.

You grab her arm and attempt to shake her, to tell her to go away, to leave you alone. You cry and sob and plead to her, 'please, disappear.'

She doesn't listen. She's there. Before you, behind you. Always a shadow.

She stares at you and you realize that nothing can be done.

Even if you want to, you can't escape from yourself.