The darkness within me

0.1 -the forgotten name-

Darkness wraps around me like a heavy shroud, thick and suffocating. I can feel it pressing in from all sides, smothering every sense except for the wild beat of my heart. Panic rises in my chest, cold and creeping, refusing to let go. I try to move, but my body feels heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. The surface beneath me is hard and cold, biting into my skin.

Where am I? How did I get here?

The questions tumble through my mind, but the answers are just out of reach. I can't remember anything—not how I got here, not what I was doing before I woke up, not even my own name. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, and I gasp, the sound echoing in the vast emptiness around me.

I force myself to sit up, my movements sluggish and disoriented. My hands roam the floor, searching for something, anything, to anchor myself in this unknown place. The ground feels rough, like concrete, and there's a dampness in the air that chills me to the bone.

I squint into the darkness, but there's nothing to see. No light, no shapes—just endless, oppressive blackness. My breath quickens, and I fight the urge to scream. I'm alone. Utterly alone.

And then I hear it—a sound, faint but unmistakable. The slow, deliberate click of footsteps on the floor. Someone is here, watching me. The thought sends a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I scramble backward, my hands searching frantically for something to defend myself with.

"Who's there?" I call out, my voice trembling.

The footsteps stop, and for a moment, there's only silence. Then a voice emerges from the shadows, smooth and dark, like velvet draped over steel.

"Do you remember anything?" the voice asks, low and almost tender.

I swallow hard, my throat dry. "No," I whisper. "I don't remember anything."

The figure steps closer, still shrouded in darkness. I can barely make out the outline—a tall, imposing silhouette, just beyond the reach of my vision.

"Not even your name?" the voice asks, a hint of amusement lacing the words.

I shake my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "No... I can't remember my name."

A soft chuckle echoes in the darkness, sending a shiver down my spine. "That's unfortunate," the voice says, drawing out the words. "Names are important. They're the key to everything."

"What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice stronger now, fueled by the fear boiling inside me.

The figure doesn't respond immediately. Instead, there's a long, tense silence, as if the darkness itself is holding its breath. Then the voice comes again, closer this time, almost in my ear.

"Everything."

I feel a cold breath against my neck and flinch, spinning around, but there's no one there. Panic grips me, and I stumble forward, reaching out blindly. My fingers brush against something soft, and I grab it—a piece of fabric, maybe, or the edge of a curtain. I pull, and suddenly, the darkness isn't so complete anymore. A sliver of light pierces through, revealing a narrow, dilapidated hallway.

My breath catches as the light illuminates a mirror on the far wall. I stagger toward it, desperate to see my reflection, to find something familiar in this nightmare. But when I stand before the mirror, I recoil.

The woman staring back at me is a stranger. Pale skin, wide, frightened eyes, dark hair tangled and wild. There's nothing recognizable in that face, nothing to tell me who I am, or what happened to me.

I press my hand against the cold glass, and the woman in the mirror does the same, our fingers aligning perfectly. A tear slips down my cheek, and I watch, transfixed, as it mirrors the tear on the stranger's face.

"Who am I?" I whisper, my voice cracking.

"You're mine," the voice from the darkness answers, a whisper that seems to come from within the mirror itself. The woman in the reflection smiles—a cold, cruel smile that sends ice through my veins.

I stumble back, away from the mirror, away from that terrifying smile. But there's nowhere to run. The hallway stretches on endlessly, and the darkness looms, waiting to swallow me whole.

"Remember," the voice urges, its tone almost coaxing now. "You've forgotten, but you can remember. If you try."

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the voice, the mirror, the suffocating fear. I try to focus, to pull something, anything, from the void of my mind. But it's all a blur, a chaotic mess of shadows and whispers that make no sense.

Then, a flash—a fleeting image of a man, his face half-hidden in shadows, his eyes cold and unforgiving. I see myself reaching out to him, feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his grip. And then—nothing. The image slips away, leaving me grasping at nothing.

I open my eyes, trembling. The darkness seems to press in closer, as if sensing my weakness.

"Who was he?" I murmur, more to myself than to the voice.

"Someone you loved," the voice replies, soft and menacing. "Someone you betrayed."

My heart lurches at the word. Betrayed. But I have no memory of it, no sense of what it means. Is it true? Have I betrayed someone? And if I have... why can't I remember?

"Please," I beg, my voice breaking. "Just tell me who I am."

The darkness shifts, and for a moment, I think I see the figure again, watching me with cold, unfeeling eyes.

"You're someone who made a mistake," the voice whispers. "And now... you'll have to pay for it."

My breath catches in my throat, and I spin around, searching the shadows for any sign of the figure. But the hallway is empty, the mirror silent. I'm alone again, the terror of the unknown gnawing at my insides.

I sink to the floor, wrapping my arms around myself as the weight of it all presses down on me. The darkness seems to pulse with every beat of my heart, a living, breathing entity that watches and waits.

But I won't give in. Not yet. There has to be a way out of this, a way to remember, to escape. I just have to find it.

With a deep breath, I force myself to stand, my legs trembling beneath me. I glance at the mirror one last time, but the stranger in the reflection is gone, replaced by the empty hallway. I turn away, focusing on the faint light that guides me forward.

I will find out who I am. I will remember. And when I do, I will face whatever awaits me in the darkness.

But for now, all I have is my determination. And the echo of a name I can't quite grasp, lingering just beyond the edges of my fractured memory...

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