Recollection of Lost Stranger

Dizzy, I awaken in a room. It isn't bright or dark, or it's both, I can't be sure. A girl sits in a chair across from me that is oddly familiar. I can't put my finger on where I've seen her before.
"Who is she?" I ask myself, I shift to get a better look. So does she. "Is she mocking me?" I think to myself.  Only to realize that several panels of mirrors made up the walls of my confinement. Alarmed to find I was alone, fear ran through my core to all of my extremities. It can't be mirrors that's not my reflection!
 
 "Who are you?" I asked, this time aloud speaking to the figure following my every move in perfect harmony. "Lost." Came the reply. I staggered away from the chair I had been perched on, away from the pane of glass I was facing, and away from the reflection peering back at me with the same shock and confusion on her face.
 
Memories long buried began to fill the mirrors on every side of me, flickering like an old worn film with no clear order. Bouncing from childhood to more recent and clear memories then back again. With that I could faintly remember a time that the reflection I was looking into had been me, but certainly wasn't a representation of who I have become.
 
She seems strong, hopeful and driven; young but focused, weary but determined. I faintly remember a time that I was her. She was the relic of my potential- forcing me to relive scenes from a life- I had laid to rest with the me that I no longer am.
I don't know where or when exactly she was forsaken. Only that accepting failure was the surrogate of my beginning. Two distinct people lived a life and will have died in the same vessel.