"I'm see-" She looked at the mirrors. She wasn't seeing anything. "Fuck what I [b]was[/b] seeing, because I'm not seeing shit right now." Her nose let out another long trickle, the blood pooling on her lips. She could suddenly feel it. It had gotten out of the mirror. [b]They[/b] had gotten out of the mirror. Well, whatever 'it,' and 'they' were in this situation; she wasn't sure that they were, in fact, the same theys that had fucking plagued her for years.

Nonetheless, she had been hounded by theys and herselfs and herselfs for far too long for her liking, so she didn't feel like ducking and weaving away. With a scream that could have shattered glass, she felt half a decade's worth of frustration pour through her and out into whatever barrier was seperating her from America. She didn't know what it would do or how it would happen, but she wanted it gone and she didn't care how dangerous it was.