Pacing around the room ranting as the past I thought was behind me was slowly coming up to haunt me I walk to the sink to look in the mirror to look into my eyes, to look into my soul and hopefully get some sort of a relief by telling myself "everything is okay. Thepast is the past and it will stay there as long as you keep hiding, as long as you keep running it'll never catch up to you," but as I look up to tell myself there a flash of a figure in the mirror. A figure draped over my shoulders. His arms wrapped around my neck and head against mine. The fact that HE would show up now in a time he was least desired infuriated me! The fact he had the audacity to hold me in that way! Spinning around screaming I push away a person that was never there. Behind me I here laughter and the voice of a younger me. "You thought you could hide? You thought you could run? How arrogant of you. I've always been with you. watching, and waiting for your moment of weakest. You'll never escape me; I'm your past, and no matter how fast you run, or where you hide I will always be at the back of your mind." He laughed again and in anger I grabbed and threw a glass at where I hoped my past self was standing, but it flew threw empty space that was never occupied and smashed into the mirror behind me. Staring into the fractured mirror I begin to pick up the pieces of broken glass, laughter echoing in the recesses of my mind.