I started actively trying to catch my reflection in the act. Any time I went to the bathroom in our house, I kept glancing up at the mirror at intervals, wanting to see if my double in the mirror had the same expression or the same look. Sometimes it was identical; other times one eye would be looking in a different direction, or my reflection's mouth would be smiling when I wasn't. "Alright," I growled, not recognizing the rage and fear in my own voice. "You want more scars? I'll give 'em to you!' My mind whirled: Why? What had I done wrong? I was so close!