Everything looks so hazy, so dark, so bleak. I take another look at my surroundings and and tell myself, "this is the same place, this is the same place...". This is the same place.
Yet it looks so unfamiliar.
The small frosted windows let in a little bit of light. I wandered around the room, noticing the lavish decorations it contains. I try to convince myself, that this place is a special place to me. But I'm not sure why. Why so? Why is it so important?
I blacked out.
I suddenly came to, very violently. As if someone splashed me with consciousness, and I wonder... How long was I out for?
Evening came, or at least what i think is evening, and at last my senses came to me. Everywhere was darkness, but not dark enough that I could see nothing. I stood up, taking great effort doing so as I noticed that my whole body was aching.
*Trrrak*, a soft crunching sound came from the leg that my weight was shifted on. "Broken", I mumbled to myself.
I wobbled my way across the small, yet elegant room. Have I been here...? Yes, yes I have been. I can't forget that. I have been here. I have been he-
"Hello", a voice rang out from the other side of the room.
"Who are you?" I say to the voice.
"My name? Or who I really am?" , 'she' said with a smile
'Her' voice was soothing, calming, yet my body still feels tense and rigid, ready to spring into action. But I won't be going anywhere soon with this broken...
I look down and notice that I'm standing as I usually would. The pain is gone. Nothing hurts anymore.
I walk towards the direction of where the voice came from.
"S-stop!" , 'she' cried out. "What... What are you doing?"
"I thought... Nevermind... I'm sorry, I'll back away" I weakly answer.
"No, it's fine...I think. But I was told that I'm not supposed to... You know what? Go ahead."
I walk forward, unsure whether or not I should be doing so. But no, it's not because "it might be dangerous", or "maybe it's its plan", oh, no, no, no. It's a simply a matter of whether or not I actually want to.
Across the room.
I see a faint outline of...something. Something familiar. A person?
Yes.
No.
It's her.
It's him.
It.
